By Allan Jacob
A bout of anger or sadness has gripped me. I cannot fathom what it is and why I am being shackled by these emotions. I’d like to get into a contest to find out. A punch up would settle it — I mean like watching a boxing bout featuring World Champion Mary Kom who recently won her sixth title, a record she shares with Cuban Felix Savon, a former champion in the men’s event. Continue reading Magnificent Mary packs a punch to spark a revolution
By Nivriti Butalia
Say, it’s the weekend. You’re having lunch out. Maybe you’ve made dinner plans. You’ve called and booked a table somewhere nice — Downtown or DIFC or City Walk or one of the joints by the beach. Something comes up. You don’t feel like dealing with traffic. Or someone wants to go somewhere else. Or Netflix and leftovers seem more tempting (or just cheaper). You end up not going. Nor do you call and cancel. You pull off, what is called, a no-show. After all, how does it matter, right?
Continue reading You’ve got to call and cancel. Not turning up is just boorish
By Bikram Vohra
There you are at the airport all checked in and waiting to board, looking forward to a few hours of anonymity and solitude. Time to read a book, watch a movie, switch off that horrendous and overwhelming mobile phone, have no intrusions, actually ease off and savour the flight. Might as well start the book now. Flying is that one activity where you can actually escape remotes, shrill rings, pointless e-mails and messages and bask in solitude Continue reading Why I don’t wish to sit next to you
By Sushmita Bose
The word breakfast — the portmanteau of “breaking the fast” — has me tied up in knots. I’m not a breakfast person, it’s my least favourite meal of the day, and whenever someone tells me, “Let’s meet for breakfast”, my heart sinks a little bit, because, well, it’s bound to be a meeting where the way to my heart will definitely not be through my stomach.
Continue reading How about breakfast at noon, or maybe at midnight?
By Keith Pereña
Recently, my friend posed a question on Instagram: “How do you say daybreak in Filipino?” Knowing the answer, I replied, “Easy. It’s bukang liwayway.” Wrong. There’s supposed to be a dash separating the two words, my friend said. The dash in Filipino, she said, is called gitling. This was an interesting to learn. As it happens, August in the Philippines is Buwan ng Wika or the National Language Month. Continue reading How many Filipino phrases do you know, anyway?
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 Nivriti Butalia
No… noo! God, no, was the reaction of a colleague when I asked what her policy on hugging was. I asked her if she would ever deliberately avoid one — duck a hug, as it were. “No… noo! God, no” (it bears repeating). You should have seen her face. Full drama. But I got my answer. She would never be so rude as to turn away from an incoming hug. But equally, she would never ‘on her own’ initiate one for people who weren’t good friends or family.
Continue reading What’s your stand on hugging people you have just met?