I am a dog, a Lhasa to be more precise. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I am a common mountain breed as far as canines go; but I am happy to belong to a sturdy stock or I would not have lasted seventeen years with my human. That’s right, seventeen is exactly how old … Continue reading
A woman wanting more out of life isn’t good for a man’s eco system – My piece for the Taj Colloquium
Formal education and an ability to pay their own bills have indeed played a decisive role in the empowerment of women. Being financially dependent does put you at a disadvantage like little else. Last month, Suneeta, a woman who works as a domestic help at my parents’ home threw her perpetually drunk and often violent husband out of her house. Having produced three children in quick succession, not counting the two children she had lost to death over the past ten years, Suneeta had begun to earn her livelihood as soon as her youngest was old enough to attend municipal school. She found the courage to put an end to a lifetime of abuse because she was finally bringing home the bread.
It is only when I travel to Europe or to the Far East that I begin to feel the weight of my sacrifice. This gets compounded by the fact that my friends and family are mostly non-vegetarian and help themselves not only to the pork, prawns and the chicken on the table but also to my limited portion of tofu and pak choi. This upsets me no end. As if it isn’t bad enough that I have to watch them eat the food I used to love but I also have to give up large portions of the conciliatory food options that fall in my quota.
The literary aspirations of our country have been on the rise since a few years now. Literary Festivals, which are being organized with increasing frequency all over the country, seem to have replaced Fashion Weeks that were previously held in these very cities. As things stand, for intellectuals, bibliophiles, writers and socialites alike, to … Continue reading
The other night I heard a remarkably macabre story, one that would undoubtedly make Brothers Grimm turn in their crypts. No, am not referring to the Indrani-Sheena murder story that by the looks of it promises to stretch into seasonal episodes. The story I am referring to is one that the husband told our seven-year-old … Continue reading