Crime and Punishment for the Stoner Soul

Crime and Punishment for the Stoner Soul

I’m always marked out by the cops as a prime suspect on their “drug-addict eradication mission,” because I weigh a grand total of little more than my backpack, and my hair defies Newtonian laws of gravity.
Help Me! My Father is a Bhakt

Help Me! My Father is a Bhakt

I don’t recall my father ever displaying any obvious political preferences, but the turning point came during the 2014 Modi wave. Our mini flare-ups soon escalated into full-blown brawls, and conversations began to end the way they do on the internet, with me being labelled a naive Congi.
The Truth about Sunburn aka Ghor Kalyug

The Truth about Sunburn aka Ghor Kalyug

I urge our netas to visit a music festival to understand that all the hype about sex and drugs is for nothing. You can barely light a cigarette, and even getting a simple pint of beer involves fighting off a dozen competitors for the bartender’s attention.
Why Good Indian Boys Never Become Good Indian Men

Why Good Indian Boys Never Become Good Indian Men

The metrics for being a good child are different for Indian boys and girls. There is a soft bigotry of low expectations for boys, and a very high degree of expectations from a girl. By 10 years of age, my sister was equipped to survive a season on LOST – but I was the good boy who didn’t need to do anything more than tuck his legs in.