A couple of weekends ago I attended a concert by Sukhwinder Singh. The man is a powerhouse of talent. I love most of his songs and to listen to him Live was sheer magic. This post is not however about Sukhwinder Singh. In between songs, Sukhi as he is called, insisted on sharing anecdotes about the … More The stigma of speaking in Hindi
I sit here now, in my balcony, high above the chaos called Mumbai, watching the rain tearing down for the 3rd consecutive day. A hot cup of coffee and a warm buttered toast sit beside me giving me comfort. But things were not this calm 2 hours back. 2 hours back I was in Saki … More The calm after the storm!
You have to be a certain kind of crazy to wake up at 4 am on a Sunday to run– says the CEO of a leading financial services company. I agree with him. I have a lot of friends who just don’t get why some people do this. Or why I do this. I was … More My Mumbai Marathon
We are a nation of rude, boorish people. Take a pause and think before you start feeling all indignant. We are. And I don’t blame us. With so many people competing for limited resources, massive income differentials, an everyday struggle that leaves us sapped and frustrated, there is ample reason for us to not give … More That’s rude!
I was taking a flight from Mumbai to Delhi a few days back. I was on the stairs to the craft when I heard a busy voice making stern announcements. The phrase ‘on time’ popped up a couple of times. Already. I’m not even on the plane. I was reduced to a state of panic. … More The poor Indian flyer
It is always the empty ones that make the most noise – autos and taxis, I mean. Their drivers obviously have somewhere very urgent to be. And the vehicles in front of them have nowhere to be, right? Yeah! Like there is a single vehicle on Mumbai roads that is not in a freaking hurry … More Mumbai and noise
After 35 years of long, rebellious, unruly hair, I chopped them off for a short crop and thought that was the end of my hair problems. “Midlife crisis”, muttered hubby. “Oh please”, I said, running my fingers lovingly through my hair, “ You just can’t handle the fact that I look so sexy”. And on … More Going short – a tale of stressed tresses.
I saw this huge poster today near Bandra Bandstand which said ” The Youth want their freedom back” or something to that effect. I am as appalled as the next person at the thought that I need to be morally policed. Of course not. I am an adult in my mid thirties who when she … More Protests by the Youth
To play a raunchy actress in Dirty Picture and then follow it up with so contrasting a character as that of a pregnant woman searching for her husband, and play both to perfection, requires talent. Hats off to Vidya Balan. But the hero in this movie was truly the story. Pacy, and with the right … More Remembering Calcutta
The mantra in Mumbai, and I’m assuming across all other major metros in India, is – Have Horn. Will Honk. I am by now so irritated with the rising noise levels in this city that it is beginning to translate into crazy behavior. Like the other day, travelling by cab, I was next to another … More Noise
Dipika Singh 