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Reflections post elections

Reflections post elections

The whole of last week, I have been happily housebound as the husband is away. This meant that I did not have to go to my sundry treasure troves of organic goodies spread across town. The last week was also the one that changed Indian politics forever and for the...

A vote for India

A vote for India

India's extraordinary mandate given to one man is a watershed moment in India's history. It is a vote for India. It is a vote that transcends social strata, caste, religion and political ideologies. India has voted for a man who has managed to instil a sense of hope...

An open letter to the Prime Minister of India

An open letter to the Prime Minister of India

Dear Prime MinisterPlease accept my congratulations on your resounding victory. The people of India have risen above caste, religion and all divisive groupings to elect you to lead our Nation. Some follow your ideological views but there are others who voted you in...

What is wrong with us

What is wrong with us

A few weeks ago we got a huge shock. One of our most important funders informed us that come September they would be reducing their seizable contribution by half! The reason: India was now considered an unsafe place for tourists and as our monies was dependent on the...

What is so scary about smart girls

What is so scary about smart girls

I have borrowed the title of this post from an article that appeared recently in the New York Times: What's So Scary about Smart Girls and chose to illustrate it with a picture of the 1936-1937 batch of girls from Benares Hindu University. One of them is my...

Jaded rantings and a funny sense of deja vu

Jaded rantings and a funny sense of deja vu

This afternoon I caught bits and pieces of one of the last election pitches of the star candidate of the ruling political party. This party has been in power for almost 6 decades. However to me the substance of the speech was 6 decades to late. Actually I was reading...

Where have all the gentlemen gone…

Where have all the gentlemen gone…

RG and my teamAn article in a leading weekly bought back memories long forgotten and if that was not enough to jog the memory hard another article did the needful: making me decide to share one part if my life I had chosen to keep to myself for my own reasons. But it...

Capital Shame

Capital Shame

Amidst all the inane news about election 2014 that has turned out to be a circus of the absurd with Chandni is 3, weighs 3.7 kilos. This tiny soul lives in our capital city, a city where famous for its gargantuan parties and its brazen and unabashed habit of throwing...

Waiting for Godot

Waiting for Godot

Today I would like to give you a glimpse of how the other half lives! The images of the over the top house I visited a few days back compelled me to browse the bazillion photographs taken over the last 14 years. They all are from across the divide. What I was looking...

Cancer should be a word, not a sentence

Cancer should be a word, not a sentence

M died yesterday. Another victim of the dreaded crab. Another unsuspecting victim of the medical system that feeds on the patient's trust and panders false hope. M was not even forty, a mother of 4 children the youngest being just 2. I have known M for almost a...

What do we truly want

What do we truly want

I am quite baffled by these elections as I do not think most of us know what we truly want. Early this year the capital of our country took a bold step and decided to vote for a new political party in spite of its being in its infancy. What was remarkable is that the...