“Have we found it yet?”
Uncle Sam asked the soldiers as they scooped out heaps of mud. It was another one of those excavations, of archaeological proportions, which could change the course of history.
This was what the “Little Boy” standing right next to him, was given to understand. He did not, however, know what they were looking for. But the thought of going too far to accomplish their “Civilization Mission” irked him.
“If they kept digging, they will just look like the people we have been hired to civilize,” said the “Little Boy”.
“It is a White Man’s Burden to keep digging till we turn black,” said Uncle Sam pointing at the Little Boy, as rubbles of guns, missiles and bombs kept piling up.
“But why are we civilizing the men who destroyed those two beauties fifteen years ago?”
Continue reading “Call 9-1-1”
“Khoon mein tere mitti, mitti mein tera khoon.”
The title character of the Salman Khan film Sultan draws a parallel between a mud wrestler and a farmer on the grounds that both are deep rooted in the soil of their motherland. While one tills the earth, the other toils away in it. The film depicts the trajectory of a wrestler, or for the sake of generalisation, the typical graph of human journey and triumph, through the metaphor of mitti (soil) or earth:
Continue reading “Sultan: Through the Sands of Time”
Hordes of visitors thronged the garish stalls with all kinds of colours done up in artificial dyes. However, few notice the natural dye palette that adorns a modest corner of Lavanya, a garment exhibition held at Hotel Sayaji.
`Roliana’ is an organisation unique to India since it owns the Geographical Indication (GI) of `Banarasi Saris’. The intricate details on the saris and shawls prove that all the garments are made using handloom silk and natural dyes.
The owner, Vikas Mehra, is the adviser to the Ministry of Textile but he is saddened by the lackadaisical support offered by the Central Government. “Though Varanasi is the prime ministerial constituency and Banarasi silk products are a part of the Indian heritage, the assistance from the government remains insufficient,” he says.
Continue reading “A Sanguine Plea of the Holy Waters”
Has social media reduced distances or increased them? It’s a pertinent question and has been debated for years. Dining table conversations belong to a bygone era since all family members are glued to their smartphone screens. But it doesn’t disturb me so much because it is cutting down on the physical distance between individuals in close emotional proximity. What disturbs me is how social media is gradually changing the very psyche of our mind and making its entire purpose self-defeating. Continue reading “An Open Letter to the Netizens”
Why do we get sad? Because we were happy. It’s necessary to be happy in order to get sad. Or is the other way round?
The character of Swini Khara, Sexy, spelled it out perfectly in R. Balki’s film Cheeni Kum: “khush tha isliye sad hai na? (You were happy that’s why you’re sad now, right) So, be happy sad. Don’t be sad sad.
And this is exactly what this listicle sets out to do – 11 Bollywood songs that have depressing lyrics that can mellow you down if read in isolation but they are sung so happily that they turn your frown upside down. So here are 11 sad Bollywood songs that make you happy: Continue reading “11 Sad Songs That Make You Happy”
What if she hadn’t gotten off the plane?
Rachel would’ve moved to Paris, leaving Ross asking for more (and repeatedly saying “I’m fine”, to shield the major missing). Perhaps that could’ve provided closure to the 10 season-long sitcom show F.R.I.E.N.D.S..
Monica and Chandler would have moved to the suburbs with their babies. Joey would have continued to live the Days of His Lives, wooing ladies with his “How You Doin’s” and Phoebe would have continued to croon `Smelly Cats’, strumming her guitar. But that was not to be. Continue reading “The One With The FOMO”
It was my last day in Mumbai.
As I walked across Crosswords at Kemps Corner, it tempted me to reenter the bookstore that had introduced me to the world of Archies and Harry Potter a decade ago. However, I ended up asking the guard, “Ye 29 kidhar hai?” (Where is 29?)
29 is a restaurant at Kemps Corner where I had invited my friends for my farewell lunch. Without a clue about the theme of the place I was heading to, I followed the guidelines of the guard and found a fine dining air-conditioned restaurant, contrary to my expectations. I had expected it to be a rather average restaurant after looking at the price for two on Zomato. Continue reading “29”