The English name for her Is Tuberose, a name so unimaginative For a flower such as  Rajnigandha. She's not much to look at I admit, Ordinary as flowers go, Too tall, too thin and she scatters Easily, one ill-wind away            from                         falling By day you'd pass, unimpressed, The bunch you stuck into a vase Recycled [...]

Ode To the Bombay Autorickshaws.

You know the world has irrevocably changed when an MH02 autorickshaw agrees to to go to an MH03 destination. Let me explain. Like in most big cities, you can look at the number plates of kaali-peelis and autorickshaws to tell which part of Bombay they are from. MH01 would mean South Bombay, MH02, Bandra-Andheri, MH03 [...]

The Free Will of a Woman.

Mahadevi Akka was a fool,Who thought she could flyWhen she took off her clothesIn a declaration of her freedom.She wandered the streetsIn her birthday suitSinging praises of Chenna Mallikarjuna,Her divine Loverbecause the local boysJust didn't measure up.The joke's on her though.The local boys offended by her naked body,Covered her in clothesAnd stuck her into a [...]


Pic: Internet I love Rebel Wilson. Who doesn't, you may well ask. But I LOVE her. For my family, who are massive fans of the Pitch Perfect series, she’s something of a hero. I imagine they wrote her in as a token diversity character of a fat friend, the comic relief. But such is the [...]