By Purva Grover
“So, what’s your New Year’s resolution?” is a question, which is as rude, if not more than, “So, what did you do on New Year’s Eve?” Just when the pressure to party leaves us alone, the pestering to be perfect and bring about a 360-degree turn to our lives takes over. This is the first weekend of 2020 and we’re expected to be seen nowhere else except on a running track or inside of a gym. There is also the compulsion to drink celery, green apple and kale juice each morning; to detox after all the festive food. By next week, of course, the expectations will wear [us] down and we’ll be back to using the elevator. So far, so good. Hashtags like #healthylifetstyle and #newyearnewme are trending, and will soon enough give way to memes on breaking the resolutions. According to the US News & World Report (January 2019), the failure rate for New Year’s resolutions is said to be about 80 per cent, and most lose their resolve by mid-February.
Continue reading What New Year’s resolutions? I’m still binging on Netflix and doughnuts in 2020
By Anamika Chatterjee
Not many would believe, but there was a time in my life when I wanted to be an economist. Amartya Sen hadn’t won a Nobel then, and Abhijit Banerjee wasn’t even a name I was familiar with. Economics — with its focus on development — seemed to be a subject where human interest and numbers could hope to co-exist in peace. My dreams died a natural death when I was told that I had received a measly 75 per cent in my Class XII Board exams. In other words, I would not be deemed good enough to study economics in any good college in University of Delhi.
Continue reading What’s broken can be rebuilt. Trust me, it can be so simple
By Suresh Pattali
If your wife doesn’t cook for you at home, cook for yourself. You are not in a restaurant, you are in a relationship.” This is one of the menacing quotes I typically receive on WhatsApp. It comes almost every day, as if my wife has complained to a battalion of her female friends, and mine, about her husband’s familial mannerisms and they ganged up to teach me a lesson on her behalf. I didn’t give a damn until my own beloved daughter jumped on the bandwagon. Continue reading To cry or to laugh is the dilemma
By Karen Ann Monsy
I am waking up every day so gloriously alive. What is it about December that feels like “heaven above is softer blue and earth around is sweeter green”? It feels like the legendary newness of springtime I’ve only ever heard about, since winter skips straight on to 10.5 months of summer in this part of the world.
Continue reading Why December is springtime in my world
By Bikram Vohra
I read a very unusual article the other day — all about women and how they surrender their space and become secondary. It is such a fascinating read. With a wife, two daughters and three granddaughters I am arbitrarily employing this measure to see if they are also victims of this syndrome. They are so smart and yet, have they also been conditioned by hundreds of years of male training that in their subconscious mind they don’t realise they are rendering space to Caesar.
Continue reading For women, ‘just’ is a 4-letter word
By Alvin R. Cabral
Allow me to present an alternate universe to the gentleman’s piece above. And when I say ‘alternate universe’, I mean reality — one that would make you feel better for either him or I, depending where your view is from. Continue reading Good fences make good neighbours. I wish I just had those
By Bikram Vohra
My friend is fighting with his neighbours. Fighting with neighbours is big business, especially if you live in blocks of flats with six inches of space between each other and start off your relationship on the boil. Expats have this tendency to come so close to each other until there is no sun peeking through. Literally in each other’s laps. Then the kids fight, the wives have a misunderstanding, the husbands come home after being slagged off by the boss in a sour mood and now they have to take sides and the frost settles in. Continue reading Not-so-good neighbour Sam