Feminism
I am an outsider in every country I find myself in. In the Western world, they see a brown Indian woman who comes from an exotic land filled with colour, spices and promise. "We LOVE Slumdog Millionaire," they say, happy to talk about that foreign land of heat,
First person narratives
My friends tell me I am always in a mad rush to change things, people, the world - both things I can influence and things I can't. I know that. It manifests itself in the impatience (that has also quadrupled during my 8 years in McKinsey) with which
Arbit
Yes. You don't have to tell me. I am short. Haha. Yes, I know... I'd probably need a fairly large stool to see eye to eye with you. No, my name is not Shorty. No, it's not Shrimpy either. Grr. You can thank your
Arbit
You can't sleep. And you sit up, thinking. This is one of those nights.
Growing Up
One day, my friend, you will meet her. She'll make your heart quicken a bit, she'll make you happy. It won't be love at first sight. You will enjoy her company, you will want to spend time with her. You will seek happiness in
Growing Up
And the world has ruined itself. What has happened, my friends?
Growing Up
The time when every end of the month brings you a monthly paycheck on your account and your heart soars- just a little. The time when things become just a little clear, like looking through a fogged up window and just seeing the Promised Land a little far away. And
Third person narratives
Work She was sitting in the car discussing work with her new-found friend when her phone rang. It was her manager again. "Hello, where are you right now?" "I am in a car going towards the office from a training in Antwerp." "Uhm, weren'
Friends
IIMB
Have you ever felt like a hamster? In a cage, running in those circular wheels, feeling like the entire world was watching what cute antic you were upto next? Would you take solace in the fact that across the laboratory that stretched from infinity to beyond, there were countless other
Friends
I stand over-awed on the threshold of something new, It's hard to say goodbye, just so easy to say “thank you.” Want to hold on tight; two years have flown past so fast, Don't want to blink, I might miss all those moments last. I believe
Friends
I don’t know when this became home…. At Kozhikode this week, I kept admiring the beautiful campus, and wondering why they had made rooms with such views, and no hot water! Once outside the campus, I realised how much Bangalore had spoilt me. IIMK was literally nowhere. Now, as