By Bikram Vohra
Someone who smiles too much may well be making faces behind your back. Have you ever had that uncomfortable feeling that this colleague, partner, staffer, is just too nice, too flattering — oily little sod — but it is still a nice sensation to be given such homage and even if he is a bit transparent in his adulation, what the heck, give him a raise.
Continue reading Sycophants and soda water… with some cynical rocks in it
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?
By Nivriti Butalia
Earlier this week, #ObamaPortraits was trending across social media. On February 12, the official portraits of the former US President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle Obama were unveiled at the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery (#myNPG) in Washington. Continue reading Like? Love? What do you feel about the Obama portraits?
By Allan Jacob
Finally, my writer’s block has crumbled and it’s exhilarating to take that leap of faith to offend the liberals. I love the creative process, you see; I love the savage critical process even more. It may sound puerile to say I love watching pseudo-liberals flagellate themselves into a frenzy and then cower in agony when their hypocrisy is exposed. Now, if you allow me, I will confess that I tried loving those fake liberals earlier, but in vain, when even criticism of the world’s favourite whipping boy (Trump, who else?) failed to get me started.
Continue reading I have a thing for criticism and you are free to hate me for it
By Sushmita Bose
If music be the food of love, play on. Twelfth Night, Act I, Scene I. Nothing (perhaps) sums up music and lyrics better. So, with Valentine’s Day looming up like a dragnet and one having to pull out all kinds of rabbits from hats in order to reinforce ‘Love is eternal’ and ‘Love is all around,’ I find myself going through the downloads on my phone — because that’s where my coterie of chosen music resides. Continue reading So, which are the songs that never go out of your head?
By Suresh Pattali
I have a cousin who keeps reminding me — she has been at it for over 45 years — that English is not in love with me. She says it’s a one-way affair which won’t take me anywhere, however hard I try. There were six commas and two semicolons in a single sentence she sent on WhatsApp the other day, so let me forgive the convent-educated one. And I have two children who keep telling me I shouldn’t open my mouth to express this lingo affair — come what may. Because with my pronunciation all over the place, they say, it would be tantamount to foul-mouthing rather than an expression of true love. Continue reading I have a favourite punctuation mark — it’s not the colon
By Bikram Vohra
Just like there are expiry dates on cars and canned goods, there should be the same for words and phrases made threadbare with overuse. Something like a ‘use by…’ shelf life. Remember when every second person was ‘thinking out of the box’? One more guy said that at an office meeting and you wanted to smack him. Stop it, now. What box, like we were all confined to some verbal gaol and the key had been flung away. You are not thinking until it is out of the box. Continue reading Let’s put an end to overdone buzzwords