"Onnum sollaadheenga sir, ellaam nalladhukkudhaan" she said, leaning through my car window, her voice huskier than a woman's, her lilt more pronounced than a man's. As the light turned green, and I pulled out, stuffing my wallet into my pocket blindly with one hand, I was slightly irritated and glad. Irritated because I hadn't foreseen... Continue Reading →
The Middle Path of H
I have always had a tenuous relationship with practicing feminism. This is mildly interesting because someone, fairly recently, called me a flaming liberal. I lie on the roadside bruised and fallen off the Feminist city bus as the vehicle tried to ungracefully negotiate, first, the class curve, and next, the caste curve, not to mention the... Continue Reading →
Bad Feminist and Feminist Thoughts
I really liked Roxane Gay's collection of essays on feminism. It was intelligent and engaging. I warn you that this is not academic material. So if you are well along the path of feminism, have (suff)raged, burnt your bra and smashed patriarchy with those unshaven armpits, Bad Feminist might not withstand your rigor. Rage on, we need more... Continue Reading →
Good Girls Marry Doctors – South Asian American Daughters on Obedience and Rebellion
Hygge, the Danish concept of happiness and gratitude, stems from belonging. Belonging geographically and emotionally to home and family. I threw the book I was reading on Hygge away in disgust. Both were ideas that were alien to me for a long time. Halfway through my adult life, I was once asked if I was an... Continue Reading →
At night with a man of questionable motives – Amsterdam : Day 3
When I woke up that morning little did I imagine that the day would end in Amsterdam's Chinatown with a lasciviously grinning man stroking my earlobes in front of my wife. Church, Church Baby I had dreamt of a church the previous night. Maybe it was because Grotekerk was on my mind when I hit the bed.... Continue Reading →
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