Kaho Naa… Parivaar Hai

Kaho Naa… Parivaar Hai

The routine abrasiveness of our family life dissolved in darkened cinema halls. We’ve cried together in the saddest pits of Kal Ho Naa Ho and laughed like close friends during Hera Pheri.
I’m Not Nirbhaya. Or Shakti. I’m Just Scared

I’m Not Nirbhaya. Or Shakti. I’m Just Scared

Each time I find myself on a deserted road, my mind goes into overdrive. I think of objects I have that could be used as weapons such as the handle of my bag or the cord of my phone charger with which I could strangle a potential assailant. But that’s not just me. That’s every woman in India.
Why Professionalism Needs to Die

Why Professionalism Needs to Die

It’s time we write an obituary of professionalism. Today, professionalism involves showing up at office (even though you can do most of the work from anywhere else), not asking questions above your pay grade, and wearing a shirt not folded at the elbows.