Monthly Archives: January 2019

Opinion

Share your loot with the poor, will you? No? How predictable

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By Sushmita Bose

I was watching Season 10 of Friends, where there’s one episode when Phoebe (the crazy one — or the ‘wonderfully weird’ one, take your pick) and her boyfriend Mike Hannigan decide to not splurge on an expensive wedding. They visit a charity that caters to educational needs of poor children in New York City, and hand over a generous cheque — their entire wedding fund. And (rightfully) feel virtuous about themselves.

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Subcontinent

Never too old to study. Look at her ­breaking records at 97

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By Suresh Pattali

Envy has been my constant companion. Like a driving force. Like an element in my DNA. Like an elixir that spurs me back to life. Like a biological clock that reminds me it’s time to rediscover myself. Like a voice from my deeper self sounding me out about what I really wanted. Like what German philosopher Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche said, the private part of my soul.

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Social Media

Is an egg more famous than Kylie Jenner?

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By Sarwat Nasir

Armchair philosophers have long debated whether the chicken came first or the egg. In the crazy digital world, and moving with the times, that age-old existential question would have to be rephrased: what’s more important, the chicken or the egg? Depends on who has more likes on Instagram and retweets on Twitter. The only reliable measure of what is truly important these days, of course.

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Opinion

For me, clutter sparks joy. Take that, Marie Kondo

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By Sushmita Bose

I like clutter. I am intimidated by super-neat, less-is-more spaces and clean lines: they seem impersonal, frosty, unwelcoming. Everything in place. I feel I’m walking on eggshells, scared I may mess up something. God help me if I do; keep imagining an OCD wave of a real-life version of Monica Geller (from Friends, remember?) being unleashed. So maybe the real-life Monica may turn out to be a sport after all — but, too late, I’m already on the backfoot.

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