A letter to Chachaji.

Dear Chachaji,

I know that today is your birthday. A 23 year old writing a letter to a dead man on children’s day might be a bit fatuous; but for the romantic life that you led and the dreams you had, I am sure this isn’t impudent enough.

The Duke’s Mixture.

It is not everyday that you stumble upon an obscure idiom and start wondering about its connotations. It happens once in…

An Open letter to Mrs. Smriti Irani.

On her speech and much more.

10 Reasons why WTO is pure evil.

And why they should shove their policies up their own asses.

How well the Indian right wing fare when compared to the Trump Supporters?

Classy depressions™.

Madness has a sense of desirability attached to it.

Not that I fancy mental illness, I have my own share of abnormalities that can make life miserable for me, even if that’s for short periods of time.

Why do we do the things we do?

I am not sending out this question to the cosmic vacuum, but is looking inwards into myself and asking…

Children of Women.

Jesus

Jesus was born into an untouchable household in 1910. He lost his mother to haemorrhage shortly; He suffered from three fatal bouts of diarrhoea before he turned five. His legs were short and weak; he ate rotis thrown at him from a distance.

There were no debates and never will be.

How and why discussions on social media doesn’t make sense…