The pensive pen stories
We were on vacation in Ootacamund that summer. Ooty. We were staying at Lawrence School, Lovedale, where Do aur Do Paanch was recently shot. My father was attending a summer training there and we accompanied him to…
The loony goon
I was assisting an appendicectomy in the middle of the night in the operating room, when a senior colleague came up and offered to take my place. ‘There’s a message from the casualty,” he said, “They are…
The words in my head
“Ask her not to waste her time writing blogs, and switch to more productive things.” The message that I receive, doesn’t bother about being subtle, and is in my face. I pause for a moment to imbibe…
Bridging the divide
There are two vivid images in my mind from my years in Pondicherry. I must have been seven or eight years old then. The first image is of glass from the windows of our classroom shattering noisily,…
Nothing can bring back the hour
The auto-rickshaw swerved, trying to avoid the many potholes on the road, while I clutched desperately on to my suitcases. This was going to be a long break. We were on the way to the railway station…
The Ache of Love: Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun
Haruki Murakami’s novel South of the Border, West of the Sun is a slow tale of longing. A yearning to belong to a world of your dreams. The novel is set in post-War Japan where the State…
Margarita with a Straw: A path-breaking film
One of the disadvantages of living in a small town is that movies with a limited audience are seldom released here. And so I had missed watching this movie when it was released in 2014. But then…
Clipped wings and our silences
“Care for a coffee break?”, I asked my colleague, peeping into her room. She looked at the papers strewn on her desk with a frown and shrugged. “You go ahead. I have work,” she smiled weakly. “No,…
Sacred Games: Riveting fare
Word about this new original Indian web series has spread like an epidemic. You can’t escape the memes either. Sacred Games. Currently available on Netflix. It made me so curious that I had to see it. And once…
A bloody night to remember
It was the winter of 1995. I had just wrapped up work for the day and stepped out of the Surgery ward where I was posted. “Doctor!” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to…
