By Keith Pereña
One of the hallmarks of my childhood was visiting the local fast-food outlet after church. Every Sunday, my parents would take me to either McDonald’s or Jolibee for a kid’s meal. Before our order arrived, I spent my time exploring the neon tunnels of these playgrounds. Continue reading Why trampolining isn’t just for kids: this adult loved it too
By Deepthi Nair
I am, by no means, a shopaholic. I religiously avoid the mall on weekends, except for when I scamper to get a birthday gift at the ninth hour, or when bitten by the FOMO (fear of missing out) bug, I step out to catch the latest movie everyone’s talking about. Continue reading Despite myself, I got some great deals at a mall crawl in Philly
By Sushmita Bose
I’ve been told that young children should be hugged and kissed as often as possible — they grow up more secure that way. Fair enough. But the other day, when I was standing in a long-winded check-in queue at the airport, and a man suddenly decided to indulge his toddler son by babytalking and cuddling him, and (resultantly) halting the line to a standstill, I couldn’t help wondering what the hell was going on? I mean, cuddle as much as you can (or want) — but surely after the check-in is done? Because while everyone is waiting (im)patiently and watching this form of PDA being played out, they are not getting any younger. Continue reading What a delight it is to be seated next to a screaming child, no?
By Kelly Clarke
After a work assignment some weeks ago, time was against me. It was late afternoon, I was halfway across town from office and my colleague, a deskie, was pressing me for copy.
Continue reading How do you deal with smiling teenage kleptos in trial rooms?
By Keith Pereña
Modern horror story: for a week, I was ‘forced’ to speak to other people on the phone because I had run out of mobile data to send them a message. As I write this, my phone is at a table across me, not within arm’s reach. During that week, it was nice to finally have some peace, even as I was thinking how sacrilegious it must be for a journalist to not know what was going on around the world.
Continue reading A week without mobile data freed me up to enjoy the real world
By Dhanusha Gokulan
I’ve always been a little envious of Generation Z. Those born after 1995 have a very cool way of finding a meme for every situation, and they are way better at doing the ‘dab’ and the ‘floss’ (both dance moves) than I would ever be.
Continue reading Why I (only partly) envy my li’l bro’s holiday homework
By Anamika Chatterjee
My grandmother is in denial about being 90, or somewhere really, really close to it. She is not to be blamed — my great grandparents, apparently, never told her about her year of birth. All they offered in the name of information was that it was some time close to the Durga Puja, a festival celebrated by the Bengali community. Given that both her children are already on the other side of the 60s, and that early marriages weren’t exactly common in her family, it is convenient to assume that she would be 90, or just a few years short of it.
Continue reading My grandmum, 90, visited me in Dubai and taught me something