March is the awareness month for Endometriosis which strikes one in 10 women. I’ve drawn this ‘comic’ for women who feel alone in their struggle with this disease. Continue reading Sara Asal: Dubai artist battles endometriosis with comics
By Nivriti Butalia
Flicking through the Dubizzle app, I saw two surprised-looking horses intertwined in a Yin-Yang pose on an Hermès beach towel that was being sold for Dh1,800. I let that soak in: 1,800 bucks for a towel. Among the things going for it: 100 per cent cotton and those big-eyed horses.
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.
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
By Arti Dani
I ran my first-ever full marathon last week at Standard Chartered Dubai Marathon 2018 — it was mental. 42.195 km. My official time was 5.44. I came in 404 in the ladies’ category and 78 in my age group. I loved the crowd support. The atmosphere was electric. Continue reading A newbie, I ran 42.195 km for Dubai Marathon
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.
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?”