The beauty of politics, especially in India, lies in the fact that it can make or break anyone. The results of Delhi’s polls display clearly, the fact that complacence has no place in the game at all. I’m a BJP supporter and have no qualms in admitting to that. I am however warming up to the idea of how what has happened today in the nation’s capital is possibly the best thing that could emerge out of Delhi. Let me explain.

Delhi is indeed a large city and an extremely important one at that. Nowhere else in the country does one see the need for a synergy of sorts between the local government and the central one as in Delhi. The fact that the Indian National Congress managed to cling onto it for a decade and a half is proof that the people there voted in a similar fashion during both the Assembly polls as well as the Lok Sabha. They now seem to have taken a cue from my own state...

If you’re reading this post, you sure as hell own a smartphone and have a bunch of apps installed on it as well. If you’re even remotely interested in the tech end of things or the economics, you know where the money is and how mergers and acquisitions are both exciting and intriguing from a consumer’s point of view. There are those that affect us and those that don’t. As with every blog post, I’ve attempted to give my extremely random thoughts some sort of form with this.

Each product or service (people too, btw) offered to us can be categorized into three major categories: There’s the candy - which tastes and looks good but is probably hurting your health (several interpretations possible) a little while making happy. Then there are the vitamins which enhance your health but aren’t absolutely necessary. You can live without these but life does seem better with them. Then there’s...

First of all, I apologize for the Linkin Park reference. Some of you have become numb by now. In the end, what I’ve done is make you faint, but I’m working on breaking the habit.

Those of you who know me even remotely well are aware of the fact that I’m quite active on most social networks. The frequency of usage and the manner in which I use them, of course, varies.

For example, I only use Instagram to post pictures of food cooked by my parents or funny things I come across while traveling. I follow a whole bunch of models, chefs and friends who are easy on the eyes. Anything that doesn’t make me drool, smile or chuckle does not belong on my Instagram feed.

Facebook, on the other hand, I use mainly to laugh at people who get married and of course brag about myself once in a while. Facebook is probably the most mainstream of all social networking sites and it is almost considered...

Dear BJP,

I don’t know if this can be called an open letter. I think I’m writing this for myself more than I am for you. It is said that the Swami Vivekananda statue in Modi ji’s room is there to symbolically remind him that he is a social activist first and then a politician. This piece shall serve as that statue for me. It will remind me that I am an Indian first and then a BJP supporter.

I spent the first few years of my life watching on as my maternal grandfather attended Shakhas and meetings conducted by the RSS. My father tells me that my paternal grandfather, whom I had not the fortune of meeting, was one of the first members of the original Indian National Congress from Karnataka. My political opinions were probably shaped as I watched Atal ji and Advani ji speak fluently in a tongue alien to me, while seated on my grandfather’s lap.

Unfortunately, you’ve been out of power...

Hey Anay, and Ishan,

I have no idea how old you will be before your mom’ll let you read this, but you’re going to turn 3 in less than 3 months. Since you may be reading this way into the future, let me paint you a picture about how things are today.

Well, here’s the list of things that are most likely to have changed: Your grand aunt thinks I look like Milind Soman, I actually look like Bappi Da, My bank balance is worth less than the bling on his thumbs, The website we use to search for stuff like the two names you just looked for is still called Google and not Skynet, there’s a plane that’s been missing for over a week and nobody has a clue about what’s happened to it, the britishers have left India but the Indian National Congress is still here, and I still have a full head of dark hair.

Here’s the list of things that probably wouldn’t have changed: There is a man called LK...

Play we do with a limited set of words,

On a canvas riddled with myriad rules.

Each syllable must amaze you like soaring birds,

Their meaning must bear weight like the back of mules.

Readers’ delight is but secondary to us,

Yet why would we write if not to be read?

If not for narcissism would we be thus?

Subtlety may be our butter, but acknowledgement is our bread.
Never do we swerve from our styles and schemes,

’Tis not in our nature to be blind to beauty.

Even the free souls among us have their themes,

Angelou speaks of African-Americans, and Eminem of booty.

Some of us may seem eccentric or maybe even caustic,

You did well if you realized, that this is a sonnet that’s acrostic