Here’s what no one tells you about women at work

Playing the Devil's Advocate I have read all the tweets. #closethegap, #womenatwork Here is a thought and playing the devil’s advocate. We like to believe the modern woman is this wonderful creature, who is breaking the oppressed annals to find her true place in life. Maybe, this is true about the urban Indian woman. We... Continue Reading →

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Justice and Revenge.

“I am tired I do not want to fight anymore, I feel fed up.” “You cannot give up now; you have to keep on fighting it is not about you it is about justice”— The words came to SoviDevi, she was tired, but there was the eternal dilemma in her, there was only place where... Continue Reading →

To Resort or Hotel — a choice

The Drone’s club is quiet, the invigorating essence, of Robusta wafts in, its peace on earth and heaven what the Ma PooriKurma would call in her spiritual session as the perfect octagon space. The spiritual kinds claim when there is harmony between the heaven and earth their geometric shapes, merge to create the octagon, now,... Continue Reading →

When Parents Divorce is a Relief

“the way you guys fight, why don’t you divorce and be done with it” Rashmi muttered under breathe, Yet Maya heard it. Maya decided she would never let her alliteration with her husband pop up in front of her kids. Maya is 60+ today, and her 70+ sister always quoted her as a beacon, “As... Continue Reading →

Understanding Hidden Blessings.

Unlike, the dark underbelly revolutionary meets of the Ram Bhavan, when the persona of Madam Hyde dominant and planning of Machiavellian revolution would be planned to unsuccessful execution, the Drone’s club meets in an elite environment where the same Krishna udupa of Ram-bhavan serves his Rs.7/- kaapi at Rs.70/- calling it the “Robusta Rotunda.” The cup is of course the size of the Japanese... Continue Reading →

Bhutadarshanam of Doordarshan

My memories of Doordarshan “by 9.30 these rituals will be over, we can breakfast and watch Mahabharat, before we move on the other rituals” our family purohit Maradeya was saying.  The nurses would request for a 10 – 11 break to watch Mahabharat. That box that screen which was within a box and a door... Continue Reading →

Discover A Blessing In Disguise

There comes the aunty from next door, “What are you doing alone,” Sasha’s instinct was to say hatching eggs, but one did not say to the nosy Rashmi aunty next door, who would let loose her Punjabi vocabulary. “Waiting for my friend” “Good to see you, out glad you are not letting the scars bother... Continue Reading →

Secret Shame

The first time I saw her, she was pale diminutive almost bordering frail.  She was definitely agitated and fingers constantly twining untwining,  sometimes clawing. Her mother  went on, about how she had withdrawn, run away from home and that she was mentally disturbed. Disturbed she was, but not in the sense her mother put it. “Mrs.... Continue Reading →

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