Cross Connections

The other day, I was in court. I needed stamp paper for some official letter. It was a little after 9 am. A busy day had begun. Shops openin...

The star in the new year night by Eugen Bracht I could not find the right curtains at three stores. If three stores that are known for thei...

I called up the provision store to check if they will renew their strike tomorrow against the Local Body Tax. “We'll know by this eve...

Haji Ali Dargah as we see it from outside Everybody seems to have been to or wants to visit dargahs. All it takes is a fatwa for the exc...

Doctors and medical frauds should concern us all. I have had some horrid experiences that made me revaluate the dependency we have on medic...

From the film 'The Sweet Smell of Success' Years ago, a web portal I wrote for in the nascent stages of news and views on the Ne...

The guru in Pakistan I stood in the sun, eyes blinking. On that dry Delhi summer afternoon of parched throats and heat without sweat, I ...

Due to the untimely demise of one of my characters, I was in mourning and could therefore not submit the story on time. This is a real not...

I am male. For a while, I shall live with this gender identity. Details about the inner workings of my body are tagged ‘male’. What seems li...

Imagine had it not been for today 51 years ago, Maharashtra would have been playing footsie with Modi's Gujarat. On May 1, the separatio...

I was on the other side, being interviewed. It wasn’t the first time but I constantly found myself asking the questions inside my head. It’s...

Sitting in a coffee shop, I am reading up some news items that might be deemed serious. At a table at the far end, she sits. Her blonde hair...

It has been almost two years since I bought this sleek thing. I should have been up there, chalking up 12.3 sex partners. Clearly, my iPhone...

If my leg was the Roman Empire then it had a fall. I ought to have used a more commonplace metaphor, especially considering I do tend to fal...

He licked his index finger as he turned the pages of my passport. He had to merely stamp the page to say that I had returned home to Mumbai....

X, Y, Z belong to three nationalities and do not live in their homelands. We first ‘met’ on the page and the monitor screen. I was a byline....

It really seemed as much of a big deal as any sort of feedback. Or as small as any pesky spam. So, when one fine day I got an email from the...

My most memorable loo story is at Madame Tussaud’s. A Canadian woman accosted me after I came out of the facility with, “Are you Indian?” “Y...