Paying respects at Mumbai's only Japanese temple.
Scarlet clad and filled with memorabilia, discovering the city's only Chinese religious monument.
A tribute to one of my many homes in Bombay, Everard Nagar.
What do I and Aishwarya Rai have in common? We are both Indian beauties. Or so I, and my friend Chandani, are told at Nha Trang. It was the fourth day of our trip to Vietnam and we just had our first taste of how much the locals love Indians. The man at the reception of our … Continue reading Desi vibes in Vietnam
Mat roko unhe Pas aane do Yeh mujhse milne aye hai Main khud na jinhe pehchaan sakun Kuch itne dhundhle saaye hai This is a poem Akhiri Mulaqat by Jan Nisar Akhtar. As someone who isn't well-versed with Hindi or Urdu poetry, the first time I heard about this poem was a month back. This … Continue reading Urdu/ Hindi poetry gets a new avatar
The Bhopal gas tragedy, Savitribai Phule, children from marginalised communities, street fashion, xeroxwallahs, the A-B-C of anarchy: think of a topic and you will probably find someone has created a zine on it. If you have time, head to a tiny library in Bandra and you can peruse through some of them. The Underground Bookhouse, … Continue reading Zines from the underground
I work in Bandra (East), which means most of my dinners and plans centre on the suburb, the West. My association with Bandra goes back to the beginning of my time in Mumbai. I messaged a friend telling him what I felt. His reply, "It's called nostalgia. The biggest bitch in the book". He was … Continue reading Bandra: Once upon a home