the-Catapult

It’s around 6:30 p.m., and I’m at the gate of my bungalow on my scooty, honking the horn for my children to come out and open the gate. The leg space of the scooty is crammed with bags filled with groceries, vegetables, fruits, milk, bread, and other essentials that I... [Read More]

January 10, 2001, was the fateful day on which my marriage was fixed. The venue of marriage was the holy city of Varanasi, situated between the two tributaries of Ganga named, Varuna and Assi. Thus, the name “Varanasi” (Varuna + Assi = Varanasi) for the City. [Read More]

Had there been a catapult-aiming competition in the Olympics, my dad would have won a gold medal for India long ago in the individual category. India wouldn’t have had to wait until 2008 to win its first Olympic gold medal in an individual event (Shooting). But alas, this catapult-aiming competition... [Read More]

It’s the wedding season again. DJs, nagadas, bands, baaja, and baraats fill the air with festivity. I now attend various marriage functions, receptions etc, dressed in my best silk sarees, costly jewellery and matching accessories to go with it. Everything from top to bottom of my attire is well thought... [Read More]

I was watching Prakash Jha’s Hindi movie Pareeksha recently. It is the story of a rickshaw puller named Bucchi, who strives endlessly to give his talented son, Bulbul, the best possible education. Even the poor have dreams—dreams for their children. They want their children to come up in life, get... [Read More]