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When I look into the mirror, I don’t see the ‘brown’ anywhere in me. I am aware of the colour of my skin and I know that it's not white. But I don’t see what I am supposed to see that makes me comfortable with ‘brown’ or ‘woman of colour’.
March 28, 2011
It’s never a random decision. Oh I think I’ll take the bus… nope can’t do. Not dressed like that anyhow. Being a girl in India means many things. It means you’re valued less, you’re harassed more. It also means that you have to be very very careful about how you choose to cloth yourself when […]
October 10, 2010
Cell phones are not just cell phones. They are human GPS tracking chips, the technical upgrade to the Marco Polo game. They are to parents, the apparently mysterious vault of secrets where children conduct CIA classified correspondence, which must be probed and questioned every time the text message alert comes in.
August 29, 2010
To me, the ideal book is an effortless blend of story and quality prose and I truly think that majority of the contemporary Indian English Fiction is very high up there in that regard. While it is admittedly writing itself into a larger clichéd South Asian identity narrative as seen through anglicized eyes trope, there is unquestionable richness to these stories that are told.
July 5, 2010
The Indian Rom-Com follows a shockingly limited number of tropes. Either it is the saga of childhood sweethearts, the they’re good friends who realize lately post much angst that they're actually in love or of course the ever popular they hate each other only to realize that it was love. I Hate... belongs to the third category of the opposites attract paradigm, that essential of cinematic ideas which has given countless forgettable and unforgettable movies. Only here, it takes a self-deprecating effort shot at itself through endless parodies and spoofs of its predecessors through its film within a film sub-plot
July 4, 2010
Almost all of my life has been ordered by this annual shift of season. Summer ends and a new year of school begins. School ends, college begins. College ends, there’s nothing to begin yet. The cycle of life one has become so familiar with has reached its first big breach.
March 19, 2010
It got me thinking about who our modern day Lakshmis were. Are they not is some way our icons of popular culture? The capricious nature of their wealth, fame, and beauty, so like the goddess’ fickle bounty: to be given and taken away at will and without reason.
March 18, 2010
For us to sojourn into the rural hinterlands to find poverty on display to gape at. Then to feel sorry about what we see and write about our encounters in sympathy evoking prose. The idea has always rubbed me the wrong way even if the learning experience of it has tremedous potential.
Looking out of the window 
March 31, 2011
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