
Parallel platters that no one serves
It is easy to fall in love with the notion of parallel universes and I am no exception. This love story began way before I had read ‘Dark Matter’ by Blake Crouch and thus my imagined multiverses never had much to with regrets. They were full of titillating stuff as vacuous as imagination can ever...

We are all travelers
The soft sound of a pin dropping on a rug. Even the whimper of thoughts as I gently scratch my head as I think. Or the thunderous buildup of musical notes as someone unknown somewhere strange walks in or rushes out or does whatever has to be done. There are no rules of any of...

Villainy is dead
Headings matter and I do not want the title of this piece to be ‘Vikas is dead’ because then the ruling party spokespersons and their economists are going to be really perplexed. But then headings, like the names of gangsters, always make an impact… and even Bollywood has convinced me that it is looks and...

Fair, white, and light
We know now that the word ‘fair’ has been eased out of brand promotion for a certain product and that Sunny Jain, president of Unilever Beauty Division has even gone on record to announce that the company recognizes ‘that the use of the words fair, white, and light suggest a singular ideal of beauty that...

The mind is an astronaut in space
Deep within me there are no boundaries.No cacophony of walls are ever built here.No barbed wires separate a smileFrom a caress. Or love from fear.There are no marching bandsNothing here will beat retreats.Heavy boots with nailed solesAren’t ordered to create reverberating treatsThat give birth to tsunamis of emotionsEnding with a blitz of applauding commotions. A...

The way stories unfold
Ideas for stories believe in a 360 degree freedom to enter. This is more than the mind being like a fortress that is besieged because inspirations for plots do not need the fortress gates to open. Ideas have the power to come in anyway and they could very well walk through the walls as if...

Politics
They peer at me through a lens. They want to confirm if I am who I say I am and imagine that the retina has the final word. Even the technology resting in my hands insists that I trust the lens. They think my face is my fingerprint. As if fingerprints are alive and ready...

Yoga, fragrances, and relationships
Yoga is more than the relationship between businesses and politics though our news agencies would deny this vehemently. I insist that yoga, relationships, and fragrances go together. By the way, when they are moving ahead as one, they last longer than any Eau de Parfum or Eau de Toilette if I may add. No limits...