Visiting Goa in the winter months is like serving yourself a plate of dal chawal in a ratio of two to one: an overkill of chill. It doesn’t work out ….
Complaining is a skill. Until pushed off a cliff citing annoyance as grounds for the violence, it can be cause for amusement when presented correctly. An unfixable obsession with highlighting ….
Hole-in-the-wall roadside stalls flanked by low stools and lower tables. Stainless steel stockpots the size of gas cylinders. A plastic bowl of food and a basket full of greens. ….
Rajasthan – more tolerable than Gujarat, architecturally sound, hotter than Rihanna for the most part of the year, and occasionally an oasis of disappointment. The first two weeks of December ….
After a frustrating couple of days in Coimbatore, I hopped onto a state bus onward to Coonoor, the first of three tea-estate towns on my checklist. I didn’t know much ….
New Year’s Eve and a birthday–there’s no denying that there is always a pressure of performance. These two events force me to escape from the city and be my own ….
‘eh…Kazakhstan, you mean? Or Uzbekistan? Where’s Kyrgyz…uh…’ ‘Kyrgyzstan, yes, is in Central Asia. To the left of China and north of Tajikistan, if that helps.’ My idea of paradise is ….
The internet as it stands, weaves a huge maze of information, and at no point does it show any emotion of sensitivity towards the technologically challenged community. Quite simply, the ….
Last month, George Ezra released a new album after a three-year wait, and I was possibly more excited about it than his mother was. I listened to it once, then ….
‘God dammit, here we go again’, comes an imminent fart from a corner of the room. Anyone who’s spent a good hour with me while I hover over the music ….