The Hero Several people, mainly men, have expressed disgust at my choice of stories, particularly the Madhavi one. Why must you choose to write about these horrible stories, a pained friend asked. They are so regressive, harmful even. We need to put away these stories, bury them. I tried explaining that Pauranic stories are not [...]
My story of the Hag set me thinking of the feminine archetypes in mythology. Ever notice how they are classified on the basis of which side of the reproductive cycle they fall? Maiden/virgin, flush of youth, spring, the one whom wars are fought for, the one who must be possessed. Mother, lush, peak of [...]
The Warboys of Mad Max:Fury Road are the expendable youthful army of Immortan Joe, who live only to serve him and usually die in the process. They go to their deaths willingly, even eagerly, spray painting their mouths in chrome, looking forward to their afterlives in Valhalla ( 72 virgins, anyone?). And yet as they [...]
The King Sri Rama sat on his throne eagerly awaiting the news of his kingdom and citizens that his spies were bringing him from all parts of the country. Five of the six spies reported only good news. It seemed everyone was prospering, the harvest had been bountiful, there were no major illnesses breaking out [...]
All over Bombay, everywhere you look, you see mango trees laden with fruit, fruit that go abegging for grubby little hands to pelt stones and knock them down. Just a few years ago, the gulel, an invention who’s solitary purpose is to bring down mangoes and an occasional Goliath, used to be a prized possession. [...]
A story, part history, part metaphor, of a mountain so impassable, that it blocked the transition of celestial bodies. It took Vindhyakuta, the bender of Vindhya, Agastya, to achieve the unachievable. And when the mighty mountain bent to the will of the Sage, an extraordinary celestial body was made visible. And so, the brightest star in the Southern skies, was named after one of the greatest Indians of all time.