Monthly Archives: August 2008

For Want of Better Dress Sense!

Something happened a few days ago that reinforced my belief that women don’t have a dress sense, at least, Indian women. Before being branded the male version of the bra-burning feminist, i.e., the underwear and crotch adjusting, nose digging Indian … Continue reading

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Pissed and Happy at Airtel

I am pissed and happy and again pissed at the same time as I tap this (with agitated fingers) on my laptop at around 10.42 p.m. tonight. First things, as they say, first: Pissed about the following: The country’s leading … Continue reading

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The Daily Grind… Paying to Get a Seat on a Train… Et Al….

This happens every day, day without end. The train arrives and the seats are gone in three seconds flat. That’s one second to jump in, two seconds to reach the seat and then one second left to dive for a … Continue reading

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People Are Strange! So Long, Olympics!

Living in Bombay, known for its crowds, the streams of people flowing like water, you pause before acknowledging a former colleague, a former classmate, wondering if it’s the same person, or someone different. You see how they have changed, how … Continue reading

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Covering Gokul Ashtami in the Locality

Today is Gokul Ashtami, the day celebrating the birth of Lord Krishna. There’s a rope strung outside my door, couple of floors above my ground floor residence, and tied to it are banana, pears, balloons, a pot of curd, colourful … Continue reading

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In Your Face Poverty!

In this article that precedes this blogpost, I lamented, rather mawkish-ly, about the family I saw living on the street. It seems there are several such families in South Bombay, it’s as if they had got down from the train … Continue reading

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Living on a Street of Bombay – Must They?

It’s pathetic. I see them on the way to work, and again, on the way back from work. This is the essence of India and the so called malaise of urban poverty. They have very little to call their own, … Continue reading

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