As children of the forces, our thrills as is evident came from simply living the gipsy life and making new friends, most of whom were itinerant army folks like us. But even as we threw ourselves into our new lives with maniacal enthusiasm, we were conscious of the transience of it all. There were no mobile phones or emails then to help you bridge geographical distances. One had to learn to live in the moment and make the most of what one was served.
To live with the knowledge that ‘now is all we have’ when it came to our homes or our friendships wasn’t easy and it got harder as one grew older.
Asma believes the original purpose of cooking is to nourish and heal, and that people in the business seem to be forgetting that. “Everybody wants to cook to be on MasterChef, but cooking has lost its original purpose,” says Asma. “We offered food to gods. I find it slightly problematic when I see people playing around with it.” Little wonder then that she sticks with the traditions of the Rajputana kitchens of Hyderabad, her father being a descendant of the Nizam’s family, and the Mughal cuisine of the royals of Bengal, her mother’s forebearers. “I often tell people I cook the food of undivided, pre-partition India. I’m serving you the forgotten food of the Muslim households of the 1930s,” she says. Continue reading
A conversation with Kevin Kwan (author of Crazy Rich Asians) about Sex and Vanity, life during the pandemic and BLM movement
So I have done my satire of the East Coast WASP elitism with so much love because I feel like I was welcomed into that world. Some of my dearest friends are part of this world.
I’m just looking at the quirks of a community just like I did with crazy rich Asians. In this book, I’m looking at old money in New York and I’m looking at new money in New York. So it isn’t meant to offend anybody because I don’t tear people down and I haven’t done a hatchet job of it. Cornelia Guest who is as old money privileged American as it gets, is one of my dearest friends (she features in the book too briefly) and she has read my book and responded so well to it. And I am also not the first one to write satire about this class, there have been so many before me, writers like Dominic Dunne, Tom Wolfe, Edith Wharton who was the original WASP satirizing WASPs.
Love In The Time Of Affluenza is a story about an ostensibly happily married woman belonging to the upper crust of Mumbai society, who discovers to her horror that her best friend is having an affair. She expects the very worst, and in a way wants the very worst for her, but when it happens, the outcome is far from what she expected. Continue reading
But my most pleasing discovery during the lockdown has been my ability to sit still without the distraction of a book, a child, a dog or the phone for longer than I thought possible. What’s more, I can hear inanimate things speak to me and take me on exciting journeys without having to leave the couch. In other words, I have become the old woman I was meant to be one day in the distant future, the sort that hates domestic chores preferring instead, to sit around all day smiling to herself. This I can tell you isn’t a bad experience, especially given the circumstances and in the knowledge that one-day when the confinement ends, my precious youth (read midlife) will be returned to me. Continue reading
While good dystopian fiction reflects some truth about our world, the reason we find it engaging is that we know that there is only a slim chance of it ever becoming a reality. Since the past few weeks, however, all of it seems like a cautionary tale that we should have paid heed to.
As early as 1826, Mary Shelly wrote about a global pandemic in her novel The Last Man. The plague that devours nearly all of the human population in her book is assisted by human nature and the politics of the British aristocracy in its spread. Continue reading
I am a five-year-old dog, reaching out to you because I believe my human is a murderess. Continue reading
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