There are those who lech at women in public and also express anger over rape and molestation incidents online. I know a few and so would you. A little message for them from Cutting the Chai. If you wish to share this post, you can retweet this or share this Facebook post.
Work for me is fun, more so with colleagues like @MasalaBai (Rituparna Chatterjee) around. So today following the news of the blast in an Israeli embassy car in Delhi when actress-turned-producer-turned-director Pooja Bhatt went on a rant against the media on Twitter, @MasalaBai couldn’t restrain the journalist within her. What followed was a tweet skirmish [...]
Peeved with the constant noise blaring from the loudspeakers in the kanvaria vehicles passing through the highway close to my home, dug out this old post from August 2005. August 25, 2005: The night is yet to be over, the morning just on the coast. A banshee cry screeches through the silent dawn. Neither an [...]
For obvious reasons this statue was quite popular with men (and also some women) at Surajkund Fair this year. Men just cannot resist mammaries. Some lechers were also trying out semi-pornographic acts with the topless statue. But before I could take my camera out, their lascivious acts were over. The man in the picture wasn’t [...]
Delhi is a city of interesting abbreviations. CID isn’t necessarily Crime Investigation Department, it can also be expanded to Crime Immunisation Dias (whatever that means, the worth lies not in the expansion but the contraction). The members of this organisation also paste official-looking CID stickers on their cars. The full form, of course, is in [...]
Drunken fights are fun to watch (the kind where things don’t take a serious turn). More so when you have a powerful camera. Was enjoying a Holi drinking session on my 12th floor balcony with a few friends and cousins when we noticed some activity at the Vaishali Metro Station site (of the Delhi Metro [...]
On the second day of the first ever Indian Comic Con, the heavens opened up, complete with a minor storm and hailstones. The comic loving crowd, that forced me to park a kilometre away, had to scurry for cover.