“Whenever I see red, I think of you,” said she and she and she and he and he. There is a certain appeal about the colour red that I own shirts, T-shirts, kurtas, jackets, pullovers and shawls of the Bolshevik colour. But no red trousers yet. This affinity towards red has nothing to do with [...]

This post by K (kay translates to ‘who’ in Bangla – he prefers to remain anonymous and so should he) speaks of what plagues the Indian media and he’s not talking of the fast deteriorating quality. Maxim in its ‘Circus Maximus’ section (of Khushboo fame) says the female jurno “has slept with everyone in her [...]

The language was Bangla, but the accent and the stories, distinguishably Chinese. An avid radio listener, my father tried to inculcate this dying habit into his sons. FM is not real radio. Short wave is. Radio Beijing with its waves traversing the Himalayas captivated me. Stories from China, read out in textbook Bangla with a [...]

Was doing a story on the mad rush for money at the B-schools and was somewhat lost in the highest, mean, median, laterals, PPOs, foreign and domestic. The last time I saw so many numbers together was writing my dissertation for that master’s degree. Got the degree but didn’t master anything. Atleast not yet. After [...]

Delhi Metro – the pride of the capital. Makes commuting a pleasure. The steel, cement and glass of the stations may not be photogenic, but sometimes you feel tempted to go shutter-happy. And many of us do. But if you read the long list of dos and don’ts somewhere lost in the long ad-glowed walls [...]

Back in the overwhelmingly non-vegetarian society, eggs were a sticky favourite during Holi. This time around, I believe they exercised a little restraint in cracking those shells on an unsuspecting reveller’s head, owing to the avian influenza scare. No one minded the eggs though, because eggs make for a good conditioner. The powdered blue (used [...]