Of Horses, Fights and Saviours: Gowariker’s Mohen Jodaro

  The trailer of Mohen Jodaro can be used as a ‘spot the differences’ puzzle for high school students studying ancient history. Assuming that you have watched the Mohen Jodaro trailer, history buffs, or even anyone with general knowledge would have noted the so called academic flaw even in the first text that popped up….

Why Kerala Should Change its Attitude Towards Migrant Workers

Jokingly, it is said that in the Gulf countries you don’t need to know Arabic anymore, because half the Kerala seems to be working there. Malayalam has gained a mass language appeal in Middle East. On the other hand, in Kerala you don’t need Malayalam, because Kerala is today populated by migrant workers from East…

Capital Diaries: Three Days of Thiruvananthapuram. Day 1

NEVER TRUST THE MONDAY Expenditure: Rupees 107,   No: of hours spent outside home: 8,   No: of Eclairs toffee: 8 7 AM. HOME: Woke up to Layla and sat in some yoga meditation position, waiting. You better start now and wrap up in five minutes. I am waiting.  But if you so much as sneeze even…

The Post Adolescent Idealist Phase

Living the twenties is taking a stroll through a minefield. Days are just hours of boredom. Productivity is a non-existent concept. You suspect the power of education, career and all those stuff in bringing you happiness. A minimum of two hours are spent daily on having imaginary conversations with non-existent people. As long as Urban…

Profoundly Swiss!

  Unending expanse of rapeseed fields spread over hills and valleys like a yellow carpet. Occasionally a small fenced hill populated by a herd of brown and white cows. Huge distant mountains capped in white forming a girdle around the country atmosphere: This is the rural Switzerland.       The Zurich International Airport was…

Inevitable Endings

  Little Clym stared into the heath as the bright lightning illuminated the sky and earth before him. His mother had told him not to touch the iron bars of the windows when there was lightning, so he took care not to touch it. Clym hated the rains. He couldn’t watch his favorite Winnie the…

Growing up with Mangoes

  When I was young my parents often sent me to grandparents’ house during vacations. The day the school closed, my brother and I packed our bags to our holiday home. Dad dropped my brother to his grandma’s home and then we caught a bus to Kollam, where my grandparents lived. Of all the breaks,…

Walking the Black Town

Two weeks of hiatus is enough motivation to pack the bag again. Frequent coffee, sleepless nights and junk food in preparation for the semester exams can suck life out of our soul. Not that exams were any good, but the fact that I sat in the examination hall for three hours is something I should…

Too ‘Short’ to Pass : Justifying Sexism

You know that apocalypse is surely coming when even the internet asks you not to wear shorts in India. In what has become the clash between tradition and modernity, the pull of the latter is often stronger. But that does come with a price.   In India, the most sought after way to gain popularity…

Kids these days…

  Lying on the grass staring into the blue sky is traditionally overrated. But at that end of the world, it is perhaps the best thing that could happen to you. Parrots and sparrows weave out one endless composition. The evening wind is surprisingly cool. The neem leaves rustle and the palmyra trees sway according…

Colonial Cousins: The Fort, the Church and the Garden

The post-quiz syndrome is a difficult phase in our lives. There is so much of enthusiasm, planning and excitement which usually reduces to a cup of filter coffee at midnight from Ramu. In an effort to negate this statement, one fine February morning Samuel, Varsha and I decided to walk around Chennai. The finance minister…

Kanchying Twice: To Forget Or Not To Forget

Kanchipuram demands to be visited twice, because I did. After talking nonsense in front of the class for three times in a week on topics like my choice, feminism, literary studies and The God of Small Things, I wanted to get away. Somehow at 1:05 am on Saturday, Kanchipuram struck. Despite having visited the same…