In college, everyone teased her about her weight. She was aware that she more fuller than the others. She defended the soft bullying by making jokes about herself. Most were drawn to…
People
Letting go of toxic people is an exercise of self-control, discipline, and constant reminders to self. We unfortunately and unknowingly constantly recycle people, continually carrying on the toxic cycle. We recycle people…
Have you seen defeat in the eyes of the old? I have seen acceptance of exclusion as a way of life among older people. As I looked deeper, I found wisdom, lost…
It was in the school playground that Marian realised, she sucked at sports. She could never win any race. The games teacher dissed her, called her a snail, a tortoise, and pushed…
He is the kind of guy you feel safe with in your drunken evening. He compliments easily. He will wait till you get off the car and lock your door in. He…
Aparna Sen remains an extended crush since childhood. It is an unending fascination for the woman she is and her contribution to the Bengal film industry. I used to cut and glue…
बासु चैटर्जी ने अपने जीवन काल में इतनी विशाल प्रदर्शनों की फिहरिस्त हासिल की है कि उनका उल्लेखन करना आसान नहीं। जिस प्रकार से उन्होंने जीवन की रोज़मर्रा की स्तिथियों को बॉलीवुड…
It started with a small discolouration on the side of her finger. She was too frightened to tell anyone and thought it must be nothing. She wore the biggest ring to cover…
प्यार – यह तो एक अहसास है ना, फिर क्यों हम किसी ख़ास के होने ना होने से उस अहसास का तोल मोल करते हैं। हमारी जिन्दगी में तो लोग आते जाते…
It is the undying memory of the cold MRI machine in the quiet hospital that stays like a pending shut and open case of my heart. As I shut my eyes, even…
Every great king has their wise jester. Every Akbar and Raja Krishnachandra, their Birbal and Gopal Bhar. Their role was to ridicule the system and not let the monarch think they are…
आज सारे देश भर में लॉकडाउन है, काफ़ी लोग कई कारणो की वज़ह से परेशान है, कुछ लोगों से उनका रोज़गार छीन गया है और कुछ लोगों को कोरोना की वज़ह से…
सौ करोड़ से अधिक लोगों को गोद में लिए, मस्तक पर धवल किरीट धारण किए हुए, सागर में पांव पसारे हुए, सोन चिरैया सा लहराता हुआ हिमालय की गोद में लिटा हुआ…
You Live In The Soul Of Every Woman. Dear Diego, As I celebrate my birthday today, I acknowledge the consciousness of your presence in my life. The innate vision that was able…
जो राम शांति और शालीनता की पराकाष्ठा हैं , उनके नाम को लेकर उनके भक्तो का अहम सुनाती कविता। ❧ अहम ? मेरे राम में कैसा अहम? जिसने सबरी के आधे-जूठे, बेर…
She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that constantly sang her every-morning hymn for Krishna. Her prayers to the lord were to pass her over to the other…
You can listen to the podcast version of this article by clicking the green play button below. Those who prefer to read, please read on! He is the feisty activist sort you…
कुछ प्रेम कहानियां बहुत ही अलग होती हैं। जैसे की हमने हीर और रांझा , रोमियो और जूलिएट आदि के किस्से ज़रूर सुने होंगे — अब “का” की मोहब्बत की भी जाने। ❧ एक…
Lying down this noon, still, on my sofa, the cushions are all strewn around the place, each falling like a surreal piece from Dali’s art. In the background the Chaipau theme from…
एक दिहाड़ी पर काम करने वाली मजदूर औरत की कहानी, उसकी ज़ुबानी, जो अभी के हालात समझ नहींपा रही है। जिसकी ज़िन्दगी वैसे ही जुझारू और किस तरह से लॉकडॉउन की वजह…
It has never been a bed of roses for the ones who choose to change the narrative. All the notable artists who have pushed themselves beyond their limitations and stayed courageously true…
I watched her shameful bosom silently heave a heavy sigh, as she heard and cringed when friends told her “this colour won’t suit you. It’s not for your skin tone”. She knew…
Today we’re thrilled to announce the launch of MoodyMo Awaaz, our heart to heart Podcast, from me to you! Each episode of MoodyMo Awaaz is a journey through the minds and lives…
To remember Manto is to remind oneself of an era in black & white. The stories by the man/writer/activist who wrote against hypocrisy that society is surrounded in. Even today his writings…
My favourite film till date remains Pather Panchali by Satyajit Ray. The film is an adaptation from Bibhutibhushan Bandhopadhyay’s novel “Aam Atir Bhepu”. This was a novel that I read as a…
Ten years have passed and I can still clearly recall my three month trip to the USA. My memory is aided by the fact that my first stopover was in Las Vegas. …
I recall one summer noon, as I sat in my balcony engrossed in my thoughts. I had lost track of all the dog ears I had created in my book. I had…
I have always had a problem when I find a general consensus of television shows and pornography where the women is the protagonist. I do feel the man is sidelined here. We…
Crossing over the Atlantic Ocean and into the lap of the Atlas mountain range lies the magical land of Morocco. As the flight touched the runway, my mind was running amok with…
This time I realised I didn’t have Ram Ray any longer on my list of favourite people to meet in Calcutta. He always indulged me to a good meal every time I…
Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side. The majestic Devarayanadurga Mountains were looming ahead as I navigated my way…
With Atul Johri As I sat sipping my wine on a warm sunny day at my favourite restaurant, Grasshopper Bangalore, my eyes wouldn’t leave a necklace that was inside the studio. Among the other…
JNU has a very special place in my heart. I studied a year there & spent a very large part of my youth almost every evening inside the campus, drinking tea and…
Dear All,How do I address you? What do you call people from all over, scattered like autumn leaves on a sunny day? Do I call you friends, guides, angels or my guiding…
As I grow older, I realise my tolerance for bullshit is reducing. You can by now mostly see through the fakes, the forced accent with special emphasis on R like therrre and…
Invaders since history have plundered and destroyed in a macho desire to establish their identity. And while establishing identity of their separate culture they also have left footprints of their rich art…