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Warning - This piece needs to be taken with a pinch of salt! Wedding season is here again in India! Large, lavish, in-your-face glossy weddings that wipe out a large chunk of a family's savings. Usually a four-day affair, weddings or "shaadis" in India have no less paraphernalia than shooting a small film or organizing a rock concert.  Mehendi, Sangeet, Bachelor parties, Haldi ceremony, pre-nuptials to post-nuptial events, Indian weddings these days follow the Punjabi template popularized by Bollywood. With a lot of song, dance, glitter and DJ music, and sulking and bitchy relatives to boot. There have been recent additions to the razzmatazz. Now a professionally shot pre-wedding session of the couple has become something of a must. One can't really expect an Insta-crazy generation to let go of this golden opportunity to pose in various outfits against stunning back-drops. Its a legit opportunity to flex, after all. This takes care of the social media views, and the o...

An Excerpt from the story "Half-Cup Moon" Pihu squirmed in her seat. Her “better-half” Akash was behaving obnoxiously, literally like a high-on-hormones teenager. Watching him flirt shamelessly with the resident hottie Chandni, Pihu was bubbling with indignation. How did things get this bad? There was a time Akash wouldn’t look at anyone except her. Nikki smiled sympathetically across the table. She was aware of the tension between Pihu and Akash, but she was wary of coming across as patronizing towards her friend. Pihu smiled wanly and looked the other way. The room felt stuffy, smoke-filled and claustrophobic. She needed a break. Nursing her drink, she made way to the balcony. It was quiet and secluded here. The party was in full swing, with groovy music, drinks flowing freely, and spicy starters being passed around. Couples were either dancing or cozying up in corners. From the bay windows she could observe Farhan and Diti sharing a smoke, and later a kiss. L...

Prolific writer-activist-thinker Arundhati Roy's memoir, an ode to her mother's formidable personality, is cleverly titled, Mother Mary Comes to Me. Below the title is a picture of young Roy nonchalantly smoking a bidi. Irreverence, thy name is Arundhati Roy! At 372 pages, it is a tome, a sweeping saga that recollects both her mother's remarkable life, as well as her own. Is it a Memoir? Yes and no. Though the book title refers to their mother-daughter relationship, the book - at several junctures treats each one of them as independent and exclusive from one another. In fact, for a good part, her mother finds no mention at all, and the reader is engrossed reading about Roy's exploits and struggles through Architecture College, early attempts to find her vocation and calling, her dabbling with cinema, acting, scriptwriting; her romantic liaisons with the luscious JC, Sanjay, Pradeep et al. A life as extraordinary and unapologetic as Arundhati's mesmerizes in itself. ...

Festivals are happy times, right? Time for merriment, revelry, celebration, enjoying yourself... Wrong! Studies show festivals call for a steady spike in stress levels. Cortisol shoots up, starting with preparation for festivals, and remains high throughout, in the quest to do everything perfectly, "at least during the festival". Guess who bears the brunt of this? Yes, its the one who takes emotional labour for everyone she cares for - the woman of the house. She wants everything to be perfect, so works her ass off tidying and cleaning things. Then she wants her family to be fed well, so spends hours toiling away making delicacies in the kitchen. Rangoli to be painted - there she is with the brush. Festoons to be hung up - she's balancing herself on a stool. Furniture rearranged, flowers put up, puja room decorated? Yes, only one person who signs up for all this. Then there's the stress of the whole family at home, stepping on each other's toes. She has to appease...

That Pujo feeling! Kaash phul swaying, clear skies with a smattering of clouds and crowds everywhere....Pandals being constructed, idols given finishing touches! Last- minute frenzied shopping, beauty parlour visits, et al. This year, Ma Durga arrives early at the end of September. Which means hot, sticky days and muggy nights with intermittent drizzles. Fashion therefore, has to prioritize comfort above everything else. And we women know how the pressure to look good often makes us squeeze into uncomfortable outfits. So do we say goodbye to traditional flowing wear? Of course, not! With a little bit of imagination, traditional wear can be the best bet in heat and humidity. Let's see which sarees are hot this season: Source - Dora by Phoenix Cotton, mul and linen sarees with quirky prints or floral design. Think soft fabric that doesn't make you break out in a sweat. Painted with florals or eclectic motifs. Or printed with quirky symbols like the yellow taxi or the Howrah bridg...

Just returned from a solo trip to Shantiniketan! My first trip without family or friends! I had gone for a couple of days to attend a literature festival at a resort on the outskirts of Shantiniketan.  Since it's almost sharatkaal, the kaash phul was in full bloom along the roadside! It had just rained, leaving everything verdant all around with different shades of green! I started out from Bolpur station to my resort in a toto, passing fields and stretches of green. The resort - Raktakorobi Karugram was in quite a remote area, and there was no mobile network in my room, so my first reaction was, "Where have I landed?"  Thankfully wi-fi solved the problem a bit. The atmosphere was of calm and solitude, and gave a feeling of peace. My next day passed in the festival, making new acquaintances, talking about my book, and networking with like-minded people. It was an exhilarating feeling, listening to interesting discussions, as well as being appreciated and feted for my talk...

A curious phenomenon has taken place over the years. Technology has advanced in leaps, modern medicine has become far more effective, we can control pain and disease far better, mental health is getting due attention, there are more avenues for creativity and entertainment.  Yet.... We are no longer able to be really happy. We are a chronically unhappy people. Forever dissatisfied, never content. Always thinking about the past or the future, never enjoying the moment. Think about it. When was the last time you were really, truly, wholly happy? Blissful, joyful? You slog hard at office, get that deserved raise/promotion, party hard to celebrate, and yet at the end of the day, a hollowness creeps in. An emptiness, a feeling of futility. You have a grand wedding - its the stuff Instagram dreams are made of. Your sweetheart looks like a million bucks with the latest designer lehenga, you yourself are spruced up, your family and friends are beaming, the event is going on swimmingly. Yet...

Does motherhood belong solely to the birth giver? Or does it encompass anyone who nurtures and cherishes the child? Does an adoptive mother- busy with her career, disqualify as a mother? Or is a nanny cum housekeeper the actual mother? She who mothers both mother and daughter with a fierce loyalty.  Image - IMDb Or is it the father, who embraces both roles of mother and father with a natural flair, become the child's prime mother, the safe place she so badly desires? Aniruddha Roy Choudhury's Dear Maa provokes you with these prickly questions....it's a rare Bangla film that actually prods your brain and heart. In today's gadget-addicted world, who is actually the mother or the parent whom the child seeks? Is it wrong if she "betrays" her adoptive family by seeking out her original mother? No easy answers to these messy posers. Better to follow the heart, and become a heart mother or father. And allow the child to choose her path, without resorting to emotiona...

"Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaae to Kya Hai:" This heartfelt anguish was literally personified by film maker and actor extraordinaire - Guru Dutt, whose birth centenary happens to be tomorrow (July 9).  Maestro or Failed Genius? All his life, he strove to depict his vision, his dreams on celluloid. Yet, even as he strove for success, for renown, he was a bit of a recluse, a black sheep himself. It was as if he wanted to challenge the language of popular cinema by being within the format, from the inside. His women had brains, taxi drivers and masseurs were philosophers, sex workers pined for spiritual ecstasy, and friendships blossomed between unlikely people. Common people on the street spoke wiser logic than academics or high-nosed editors. The topics of the films may seem dated now, but the eternal truths voiced in them remain relevant.   His films were distinctly different from other popular Hindi films. They had all the commercial elements of song, dance, comedy, romanc...

Shillong , the Scotland of the east, is a charming hill station and tourist favourite. Expectedly there are some touristy spots that every visitor is urged to visit, as if to tick off on a checklist. But, this beautiful place is much more than a few must-see sights. It is a tapestry of clouds playing hide and seek with the blue sky, the sun intermingling with the rain, rolling meadows, lush green and laid-back vibe. You needn't fill your days with "things to do". Just sit back and watch the clouds sailing past. Smell the woody scent of the pines. Breathe in the brisk, refreshing air. Let the breeze play with your hair. Just as you come out in the sunlit porch, feel the tip-tap of a light drizzle. The sky changes from blue to grey to white in minutes. And when you have soaked in the atmosphere, you can check out a few destinations at your leisure. Must-visit Places of Shillong Ward's Lake - This pretty, winding lake set in an equally pretty park is ideal for a leisure...

Iranian writer, Marjan Kamali's The Stationery Shop of Tehran is a remarkable and touching book. Like all literature set in countries with a deeply troubled history, this book too revolves around disillusionment, pain and the desperate struggle to live a normal life.  Akin to Khalid Hosseini, Kamali intertwines the political in the personal lives of her protagonists. Class struggle also plays a major role, like education or the lack of it. The story spans over six decades and two continents, starting from 1953 Iran to New England, US in early 2013. Love lost, Lives Shattered Young lovers, Roya and Bahman try to hold on to their love in the face of all pettiness and politics, but the aftermath of trauma runs too deep.  Just as their country plunges into another political upheaval, their lives are shattered and they are thrown apart.  Yet, Kamali makes her story deeply human and optimistic. Her lovers are genuinely good human beings, kind, forgiving and full of empathy. In...

As a race, humans do a lot of posturing. Most of our life is spent in acting out roles and putting on various masks or facades. You have to tolerate idiots with a smile, if they are rich or powerful or senior in age. Whatever rot they say, you nod your head in agreement, knowing fully well its all bullshit. The media feeds you crap in the name of news, you lap it up. Politicians mouth nonsense, but you can't protest. Businessmen sell you false dreams, and build empires. When you see clouds and feel like dancing, you have to pretend to show interest in studying. Mothers may get incensed by their children's bullying - to the point of telling them to get lost, or throw them out of the house, but pretend to grin and bear it. Mother's love, after all. You know everything is going downhill, yet have to put on a brave face. What will people say if you start acting crazy?  We live out lies, subscribe to other people's definition of success and happiness, and wallow in the miser...

Once upon a time, a Bard had prayed for evoking the divine in humankind...."Antare Jaago Antarayami" He had advocated humanity above narrow divisions of nation, race and religion... Hoped that sanity, rationality and kindness be the life force of people, not hatred, suspicion or intolerance.  How far we have moved from his ideals. Wars raging everywhere. People killing each other at the drop of a hat. Babies maimed, mothers bereaved, entire families wiped out.... Praying to Rabindranath to restore sanity in human minds.  "Anondoloke Mongol Aloke Birajo Satya Sundoro" (Reside in every heart, in kindness, joy and peace, ohh Divine) #rabindrajayanti #tagoresongs #robithakur #tagorebirthday

We will survive..... Your cowardly attacks on our dignity Your cunning agenda Thirsty clawing on our blood and flesh Your sheer impunity, your brazenness, your godlessness We will survive.... Your crushing indifference to our wellbeing Your constant attempts to divide us, fill our hearts with distrust and hatred The politics of hunger, education, employment Your manipulative agenda of keeping us distracted from real issues The absence of any genuine love for us India will survive.... The blood on its paradise The kicks on hungry stomachs Attempts to rewrite its history, and tear apart its fabric Destruction of its heritage and tradition Humanity will survive.... Because it is above religion It is the life blood of common people It is the reason the world still thrives We are all the same flesh and blood Yes we will survive. We will come back. We will resist attempts to crush us. We are India - the oldest civilization on this earth - that survived the cruelest marauders. the harshest of...

My third collection of short stories has been getting so much applause from readers across all strata. Some reviews are incredibly encouraging,  some are incisive and some gently critical, while appreciating the nuances. Available in all except Oxford  The title Aftertaste-of a Half-lived Lif e has come under scrutiny too. Some readers feel it's bang-on, considering the topic of the stories, while a few wonder about it.  Let me explain. My choice of this title was based on the thematic exploration in all the nine stories. As a critic has said, each character is living a less-than-full life, limited either by their own flaws or by circumstances. When you read the stories you will know why the title is appropriate.  Have you read it yet? Sharing the Amazon link  Aftertaste-of a Half-lived Life #shortstoriesonlife #collectionofshortstories #contemporaryshortstories