Ahhh here! Where? Just wait OK. Wait for what? For lies don’t talk. I’m not lying. Ah truly? What do you mean? Nothing, just wait. What am I waiting for? I’m confused now! Very good for you. Confusion is good for me? Idiot you are a! Your sentence structure is all off. You only! I’m only what? Head pot. Huh? ...

I’m back on the island for a really short while. So earlier today some friends and I hung out at Galle Face (honestly, the limitedness of places to hang out in this city is depressing!) — and we were bored, so I asked Flailer – the official Gossip Aunty of the Universe – what’s the gossip these days? Who’s going ...

I’m back on the island for a really short while. So earlier today some friends and I hung out at Galle Face (honestly, the limitedness of places to hang out in this city is depressing!) — and we were bored, so I asked Flailer – the official Gossip Aunty of the Universe – what’s the gossip these days? Who’s going ...

Women have come a long, long way since the Women’s Lib first emerged, especially in the West. The general perception these days is that the West – let’s say the US and the UK – is where one goes to be ‘liberated’ from cultural/social restrictions common to the East, especially the restrictions placed on women. A woman can wear what ...

Alice liked her little box Cosy, comfy, cushions, quaint She sat up there in dress and socks And all day sit and paint Her thoughts would spill onto the walls In shades and shapes and sound People, animals, birds and bees And all sorts of things profound Outside the box was dangerous things She’d seen in her picture-books Brown buildings ...

Remember this self-righteous little post I made about leaving Facebook and its trivialities behind in a huff to do bigger and better things with my time? Well I meant every word of it OK. At the time. But after my vacation in Sri Lanka last December – during which I returned to FB shortly to easily get in touch with ...

We’ve all had them. Given, some people are born teachers, with all their grace and compassion and teacherly knowledge – but I think it’s the really bad ones that we remember best. There’s that one who doubles as the spawn of satan. He (or she as the case may be) picks on kids — while probably cackling maniacally — for ...

So this is one of those rare moments I blog about something serious. Cue gasp. The face-cover, also known as the Niqab in Arabic, has been the subject of so much controversial talk world-over, first gaining fame for heated discussion in Middle Eastern countries. Is it oppressive? Is it a matter of freedom of choice? Is it necessary at all? ...

Sounds familiar am I right? No? You have no idea what I’m talking about? And you’re facepalming at my ridiculous and long blog title? Sigh. Okay. The usual then. Ever since I can remember, me and female friends of mine have had weird boys texting us or calling us or FB-ing us in hopes that it would result in us ...

So a few days ago, I packed my bags and got on a train to Jaipur, Rajasthan, mostly for the Jaipur Literature Festival (Indian version of the Galle Lit Fest). Set at the Diggi House in Shivaji Marg, the fest promised a star host of literary celebrities — including Michael Ondaatje, our very own Shehan Karunatilaka (who bagged the DSC ...

…when you’re sitting in the backseat of a bicycle rickshaw, and everyone stops for the traffic light. And I’m looking into the faces of all these Indians behind our rickshaw. What do I do? They’re looking right at me. Do I smile? *smiles* Oh shit that old lady looks pissed off, I’m sorry old lady my smile was not meant ...

When you get frightened, adrenaline is pumped into your blood stream as a reflex. So why the hell do I love finding movies that scare the bajeezus outta me? I’ma blame it on the a-a-adrenaline, I guess. You know that feeling after you watch a super scary movie and you’re so scared you don’t want to even go to the ...

I am a social butterfly. Online. In real life I surround myself with people too, and I look like an extrovert, but secretly I’m an introvert. Yes I am a secret ninja introvert. And our kind, I think, has benefited most from social networking. Facebook and Twitter and thoseotheronesthatpaleincomparison are alternate avenues of socializing, which do not require dressing up ...

So it’s been Diwali here in Delhi since Tuesday, which to me – like every other one-of-hundred Hindu festival – just translates to vacation party time. Soon I found myself on an eight-hour bus ride with other Sri Lankans to Rishikesh, a trip organized by the Sri Lankan High Commission in India for Sri Lankan students and employees here. Rishikesh ...

Me and two Indian friends, who shall be hereforth referred to aptly as Sergeant Crackpot and Diva, decided to go to an amusement park in Delhi called Adventure Island this weekend. The place, in Rithala, claims to have imported stuff from the same people who supply rides to Disneyworld and Universal. It’s got about 26 rides in total, and the ...

There was a handsome prince, who met a beautiful princess, and one day he said, hey, will you marry me? And the princess said, no! And she lived happily ever after.

I wanna get back in the habit of writing creatively on a regular basis! Not that I don’t write enough as it is – since it’s a given now that I study literature and work for an Indian magazine – but I remember when I used to just sit, and write spontaneously, for no purpose. Like musings and poetry about ...

After much silent plotting and planning I finally sneaked my way back into Sri Lanka a few days ago, like a sneaky ninja. SURPRISE! The reactions were priceless. My favourite one was by the Flailer: “WHAT DA F*** ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WHAT DA F***? I KNEW YOU’D PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS! I KNEW IT! YOU LITTLE B****!” I actually ...

This is in response to the call for entries for the Young Feminist Blogathon; thanks for the link, Hanim. ‘Feminist activist’! The term sounds absolutely intimidating. Actually, I had no intention of turning into a feminist activist per se when I started out, but I started getting called one so I suppose there must be some truth to it. About ...

Recently, while online, the sibling suddenly pops up on chat and says “We’re selling the house!” Overcome with surprise and an unexpected sense of outrage I call the mother and say, WHAT! And she says they’re considering it, because the house is old and beginning to crack, but the decision hasn’t been made yet. Selling the house! I never properly ...