The frailties of being human
Feel ashamed- Because your heart beats in sync with another But wait, Feel ashamed, also Because you can’t identify with the thoughts of some other! The clucks of disapproval Grow loud enough to Deafen your hearing. The…
The deafening silences
The rattling noise of skeletons tumbling out of India’s cupboards keeps me awake all night. For the fourth night in a row. The roar of India’s #metoo revolution rages on in the media. The high and mighty…
Trinetra: A time for transitions
I’m listening to a seventh semester medical student who is on stage. “I was thrown out of Anatomy dissection hall because I attended class with a nose-piercing.” ‘Well, I would have thrown out any guy if they…
A different way with words
I was scrolling down messages on social media one evening when something caught my eye. Snuggled between brainless forwarded posts and silly memes was a line which said “I am dyslexic.” Strangely it went unnoticed and no…
Melting identities
I am supervising my nephew as he fills up the boxes on his Maharashtra State Board examination form. As we reach question 11, my jaw drops. It asks: Minority Religion: 0 – Non-minority, 1- Muslim, 2-Christian, 3-Buddhist,…
Whose Gandhi is it anyway?
Once a year, the sleepy village of Sevagram shudders into wakefulness. On 2nd October. Gandhi Jayanti. When hundreds of politicians and their minions extract their white kurta-pyjamas from their cupboards, shake the dust off their Gandhi topis…
Clarity and the big chair
I’m reminded of a story I read somewhere. A traveller met a man who was chiselling stone blocks. He looked very sad. When asked what he was doing, the man said, “I have been told to carve…
The colour of skin
We were sitting under the stars, on a pile of cool sand. We’d just had dinner together in the hostel mess. But we had skipped our usual post-dinner walk. Although there was lots to talk about, we…
