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The VAT of life is full when the wife crunches the numbers

By Suresh Pattali

Math was all Greek to her. I am not talking about Theresa May or her ever-changing Brexit figures. It’s about wifey. I can bet she would never confess to it. For a person who studied an ancient Indian language throughout her life, it isn’t much of a crime. Neither is it something to be ashamed of. Her only rendezvous with math was when she temped at her father’s little pawnshop in the 1980s. And whatever little math she learnt either there, or at school, was governed by the feminine law of convenience, rather than gentlemanly calculations.

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A Rahman concert showed me what it means to be a fan

By Purva Grover

I’ve never considered myself a fan of a celebrity, which means I have not plastered walls of my room with posters, written fan mails or cried buckets at the failure of a film, match or concert. I enjoy a good show — cinema, theatre, music or a game. But, I’ve always wondered what is fandom, what does fandom look like? Continue reading A Rahman concert showed me what it means to be a fan

How Louvre reached out to me one winter morning

By Anamika Chatterjee

At the age of 15, stability eluded me. I was in tenth grade, preparing for one of the early rites of passage (read: the board exams), when my hands began to tremble routinely. The minor tremors sent major shockwaves to my family. Anxious, my parents decided to take me to the doctor’s. Was it Parkinson’s? No, said a neurologist. Certainly not, assured another. A detailed interrogation ensued. Smoking? No. Consuming the beverage that kids your age mustn’t consume? Hell, no. Nursing a broken heart? If only. Finally, the doctors concluded that studies were taking their toll on me. Solution? Take it easy.

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Keener than a blade, the critical gaze

By Deepthi Nair

Ever so often, we come across unconscious biases in our daily conversations. Living in Dubai, the most common one I come across is when people ask me where I live. Not that I live in the ghetto, or even if I do, wonder how it matters to anyone else. I have often found that the mention of our place of residence during a social gathering elicits responses such as: “Aren’t you planning to upgrade to a more upmarket neighbourhood?”

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