"You drive really well for a girl". Each time someone says that to me, which is unfortunately more often than I'd like, my brain responds with a massive ugh, which I have learnt to translate into a more "girl-like" mumble-sigh that could be taken for a thank-you on the outside. Because that, despite probably being intended… Continue reading I like big “ands”, and I cannot lie.
In one of the most powerful scenes in the edu-documentary "Most Likely to Succeed" (which, by the way, if you haven't seen already, you absolutely must), a teacher trying out something new in a classroom is having a meeting with some of his students to talk about the new pedagogy he has introduced in class.… Continue reading The “Real world” assumption.
Say my life were a Google doc. All my people having different levels of access to it...
Baby, i'm not complicated. i'm the intricate art of layers of chaos collected from our complex world as i embrace it with open arms naked body curious soul letting it consume me, and through it, becoming. i'm not the complicated that you mean, the abstruse It might just be your baffling you project, darling. i… Continue reading Status: It’s Complicated
We take our circumstances and beliefs, and find our choices within. You, to the best of your ability, slightly enchanted by your needs of the moment. Me, to the best of mine, finding my way amidst the sea of my wishes. We, dancing our moves through this stage full of improvisers, occasionally swinging together. Organising… Continue reading Us. Within our rhythms.
Two friends, perhaps in their early 30s, sit talking at the table in front of me. Their conversations are unapologetically loud, punctuated by lots of laughter and “are you f*cling kidding me?!”. Judging by their awkward but tight hug when they walked in, they probably haven’t met in a while. I sit quietly reading my… Continue reading Who else? Who else?
Through my auto journey today, we come across several signals. Each with its own kind of beggars. The usual suspects. We meet a cripple, a mother with a son, eunuchs. Each have their own negotiation strategies that they use, inspiring a different evasion strategy from me. Aap ko yeh bura lagwayenge. Kuch logon ko dhamkayenge.… Continue reading Auto-ride lessons in negotiations.
I find my seat in the flight. 3 kids and 2 infants in a 2 row radius. Check the battery of my ipod; gonna need that. A newly wed couple arrives on the other side of my row. And a gorgeous gentleman takes the seat beside mine. Light teal blue shirt, jeans, octagonal jaw and… Continue reading A flight journey. Too many families. A gorgeous man. And me. (Among others)
My bookshelves, they are like carriers of large parts of my history. Organised in patches of memories from my life, they are reflections of my meaning systems. When you come home, spend a few minutes looking at my shelf, taking in the titles of my books; some faded, some shiny new, and you will know… Continue reading Notes from a Bibliophile.
(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda) In the train, there's this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who's only about a few months old, every time it cries: "Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us,… Continue reading Sibling negotiations.