All posts by Nida Sohail

How I learnt to love this city, bit by bit and on my own

By Anamika Chatterjee

Four years ago, my personal Mills & Boon romance came to life when I got married to someone who was well worth the plunge. Marriages, as many romantic novels — except 50-Shades-of-Absurdities — will have you believe, are the beginning of happily ever afters. Turns out marriages, more often than not, are  the beginning of the hunt for a happily ever after, especially when they entail wrapping up your life of 28 years in two suitcases and moving to a new country. It’s that feeling of graduating from a journalism school and finding yourself editing readers’ queries on romance in your first job. Continue reading How I learnt to love this city, bit by bit and on my own

The young are leaving FB and the old are hopping on board

By Harveena Herr

Haven’t you heard? Print is at its last gasp. The entire world is moving to the digital space and the cosy camaraderie you enjoy with your newspaper every morning along with a steaming cup of tea or coffee is about to crash into oblivion… But here’s another story that I bet hasn’t been put out by the purveyors of fake news. Continue reading The young are leaving FB and the old are hopping on board

Why is this an everyday experience for women?

By Suresh Pattali

My daughter just joined the #MeToo movement.

Sadly, the incident happened while the ink of a column I wrote in this space was still wet. It was headlined: When will they learn, women are not their birthright? There were letters of angst, agony and shock from our readers after reading that article. And one of them, Sherley A Varghese, a mother so paranoid about her ward’s safety, wrote: “Every word sent shivers down my spine. I refuse to send my daughter to India for doing her undergraduate course.” Continue reading Why is this an everyday experience for women?

Asma Jahangir, an inspiration for those she’s left behind

By Zebunnisa Burki

On Tuesday, the people of Pakistan — men and women, the under-privileged and the elite, lawyers, artists, journalists, political workers — stood together and gave Asma Jahangir what can only be called a people’s farewell. While the images of this beautiful goodbye that flashed across our TV, laptop and smartphone screens may become iconic due to the sheer power of what they showed, how does one really say goodbye to someone who can only be called a force — fierce, angry, and strangely beautifully unaware of her own special kind of charisma. Pakistan lost 66-year-old lawyer, activist, our very own superhero Asma to a cardiac arrest this past Sunday, a shock we are all still struggling with. Continue reading Asma Jahangir, an inspiration for those she’s left behind

Don’t judge me, but here’s how I fell in love with deceit

By Nivriti Butalia

There are levels of deceit that can corrode your tongue. I am not talking about those. I am not talking about having a parallel life or a second family tucked away. No extreme duplicitousness, none of the Nirav Modi-like behaviour, the jeweller who allegedly swindled Punjab National Bank of Rs280 crore, and who likes to see his name on hoardings in south Delhi. Nothing too vile (this is subjective) or murderous (less subjective). I am interested more in the run-of-the-mill deceit, everyday acts of subterfuge. The compliments without heart, good manners for show, the empty smiles and the fakery. Anything more dramatic I prefer to see when it’s no skin of my back, or on screen, which is why films like Phantom Thread linger in memory. Continue reading Don’t judge me, but here’s how I fell in love with deceit