This day, I offer my unconditional apologies to all the makers of those B-grade horror flicks where they confer the shower with the ...

    Mindblowing - in all senses of the word. For what One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is, thesis upon thesis will have been written by aw...

 I love hands. Nothing kinky – just ol’ fashioned love for hands for purely aesthetic reasons. As an occasional dabbler in the fine a...

Before you get any ideas from the title, my dear readers, bored as you are, this is about Jishnu too. All first-time parents thin...

      My dearest Jishnu, the use of this superlative endearment has never sounded so apt before. Yes, I may have used it for certain p...

8/3/10 “Hello. Is that Urmi…Chanda Vaz?” “Yes. Who is this?” “This is X from Y company.” “Yes X, tell me.” “This is about a job opportun...

  Day 4, Mumbai         It's my third day alone with Jish in the new house of 'new' Mumbai and I'm sitting here on...

  29.3.06, Pune “The world is full of uncertainties, and all anxieties stem from our search for the certain”. This was one of the lines...

And then there were poems about those things that moved me in their small ways. Life, death, heartbreaks, power failures and a great many ...

I can see I am treading the path of typicality, and dreading it. But I can also see that I’m not making an iota of effort to stall my s...