What colour is your passport? I dream of gold!

By Suresh Pattali

In college we all learnt colour doesn’t exist, except in your mind. So ask me what’s on my mind. The colour orange. Forgive me if I sound smug. Last night, when social media was still red hot with the news of India’s ‘passport reform,’ I had a serendipitous dream. Forget the Big Ticket and Millennium Millionaire. The colour orange made me truly affluent. It wasn’t a raffle. I earned the riches. Curious? Then accompany me as I revisit my wild dream. Continue reading What colour is your passport? I dream of gold!

He takes photos of kids with the food they eat in a week

By Nivriti Butalia

Gregg Segal is a photographer who travels the world and asks kids what they eat in a week. They maintain a food diary. He then photographs them with their week’s worth of food. The project is called Daily Bread. It stemmed from his earlier work, 7 Days of Garbage, in which he shot people laying with the trash they generate in a week. The quantity of food packaging, he tells us, was remarkable to him — as it is to any observer who looks at these photos. Khaleej Times had a chat with him over email… Continue reading He takes photos of kids with the food they eat in a week

Keep calm and wear more makeup

By Sharmistha Khobragade

It is surprising to me that I am writing a piece to exhort women to wear makeup. Till a few years ago, I owned only two lipsticks. From being well-groomed in college, I went to being a ‘makeup virgin’ post marriage. Career, marital responsibilities and, after a few years, kids, were reason enough for me to fall off the makeup bandwagon. I simply didn’t have the time and energy.

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The tricky thing about paying condolences on social media

By Purva Grover

was in the middle of a crazy work day when I received a call from a friend. “I just realised that in last few months, I’ve lost three of my ex-schoolmates to cancer”. I took a break, found myself a quiet corner and we began to talk. She was in pain at the loss of young lives. I sensed that there was something else she wanted to share. I waited. Soon enough, she spoke about how a few of her acquaintances had attended the funeral of one of the ex-schoolmates and shared pictures and videos from the funeral on the school WhatsApp group. Merely talking about it left us both disturbed. Suddenly, shock overtook pain. “I am ashamed,” she said, as we disconnected.

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