By Keith Pereña
Here’s a riddle: What’s red, white and blue, saves the world from oppression and is utterly gigantic. No, it’s not America. It’s Gundam — a term for giant robots who towered over television screens and were piloted by select humans who used them to fight tyranny. Gundam first came to life four decades back — on April 7, 1979 — with the release of the anime show Mobile Suit Gundam. Japanese network Sunrise is credited with the creation of the series which now boasts hundreds of spin-offs.
Continue reading How Comic Con has resurrected a giant robot’s popularity
By Farhana Chowdhury
Deadlines have become an integral part of my life — as a writer and as a cosplay enthusiast. It is an exciting challenge, a bit masochistic in its own way, but never did I imagine I would adopt a hobby that would leave me in fits of stress and anxiety.
Continue reading Diary of a cosplayer enthusiast
By Allan Jacob
Thanks to a musical diversion this week, my plan to let off some steam against politicians must wait for another occasion. Their antics have enraged me. I am not in the mood for it. Not this time, not on the weekend. I must heal first.
Continue reading A Kenny Rogers hit helped me find harmony at work
By Anamika Chatterjee
From a fairly young age, I knew I would never be short of mothers. Not because I was surrounded by warm and loving ladies, but because my mother’s standing instructions were to suffix the word ‘ma’ whenever my brother and I addressed our paternal and maternal aunts. Why? Because that’s what good Bengali kids from good Bengali families living outside Bengal did. This is how my elder uncle’s wife became Jethi-ma and my younger uncle’s wife became Kaki-ma. My brother, an obedient son, complied; I was reluctant. Ma, to me, wasn’t a nomenclature, it was a distinction that had to be earned. The only aunt I was happy to anoint ‘Ma’ was my father’s elder (and only) sister, aka Pishi-ma.
Continue reading How I learnt to love an aunt who has forgotten me
By Disha Didlani
A lot changes when you journey from the role of an intern to an employee. It can be challenging and fun — greater responsibilities, team lunches, higher expectations, and a work station of your own.
Continue reading Graduating from an intern to employee
By Suresh Pattali
On a morning badly sullied by a sandstorm last week, I woke up in my bed to find myself transformed into a child. Sounds like a page from Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis? Don’t be so judgmental. Mine wasn’t an excruciatingly distressful biological transformation like what happened to salesman Gregor Samsa in Kafka’s novella. Mine was a sweet-and-sour yet inexorable phenomenon that afflicts every human as he grows and matures enough to celebrate life on its cyclical completion. It’s a moment of realisation that we all ultimately grow back to childhood, and then to where we belong.
Continue reading Are you ready to grow back into childhood?
By Sami Ha Zen
I have been resisting the urge to write. For someone who had been vocal during the beginning of the #MeToo movement and then turned mute, realising how it was being used to wash dirty laundry in public — the death of Arghya Basu shouldn’t have shocked, but that’s exactly what it did. The hashtag #WhoKilledArghyaBasu has been doing the rounds, but a life lost is a life lost.
Continue reading Lesson for today: #WhoKilledArghyaBasu