K is for Kangana; P is for Priyanka

When I first saw Kangana Ranaut in movies like 'Fashion' and 'Life in a Metro', I felt she was a good actress, but that she was getting typecast. And then I missed a lot of her movies in between. 'Queen' resonated with every girl 'coz it represented girl power. 
I'm all for girl power and I do believe it is good to give it back to anyone who has wronged you. I can't say I'm a discreet person or a great communicator in my personal life, but even I draw the line at repeatedly washing your dirty linen in public.
It just becomes distateful and when the people involved are all married men, it's best to keep one's trap shut. If she doesn't care about what people think about her, that's fine, but all this mudslinging has a snowball effect on so many lives. 
Whether she is doing it for revenge or to 'throw light on the truth' or to promote her upcoming films, I personally think it is all going to catch up with her some day and s…

An Open Letter to a Stranger ( Submission to TTT)

Dear Stranger
Do you know that I have my eye on you? No you don’t. Coz you are oblivious to your own good looks, charm, and personality. I’m in love with your face, your eyes, your smile, your walk, your talk, your ability to keep quiet when someone looks at you. You are so hot, you scorch the screen in your photographs . I have stalked you on the internet. Downloaded your photograph. Found out what I could about you like where you live, where you work and what you do. But you are a private person and don’t want to reveal anything about yourself. So what does that make me except a crazy stalker in love? I have a few stalking me too. And I know how I ignore them the way you ignore me. So all this passion I feel for you is all in my head, building up into a frenzy. They really shouldn't make up stories about romance and passion and love and exaggerate it all. They should instead glamourise creativity and work and success, so that one rises in life and becomes something. What do you s…

Double Betrayal - A Really Short Story.

A short story I wrote a few months back for Terribly Tiny Tales. Guess They found it just Terrible! We were given line prompts. Here goes.
Double Betrayal --I opened the door and quietly sneaked in. I wondered if my husband would smell the betrayal on my clothes, on my hair, on my neck. Guilt wracked my soul and oozed through every pore of my body. I tasted blood, blood where my lover had bitten my lip in a frenzy of passion. My lover and I had gotten carried away this time, driven to the edge from all our discussions of our fantasies before. It helped that he had the face of a Greek God and the tantalising touch of a velveteen angel. Why was I doing this? Why was I turning toward another man for his face and body when I had a perfectly nice one at home? Why had I taken a lover who would time and again make me cry and bring me shame. I guess I really didn't love myself after all. I needed to work on ME. To work on self -love. As the Whitney Houston song went, 'Learning to lov…
All rained out in Chennai
Preparations for my last visit to Chennai literally gave me nightmares. I had booked the Shatabdi for my onward journey. As you know, the Shatabdi leaves at 6 am. Four days before the journey, my intuition warned me that the cab driver who was supposed to pick me up at 4 am would ditch me. I tried getting hold of a reliable cab driver – someone known, but that guy had another drop at that time. So just one day before the journey, I actually booked a bus ticket to Chennai. A bus that left at 9.30 pm, so I would still be able to get autos to the bus terminus at that time. I cancelled my train ticket and for the first time travelled by sleeper bus to Chennai.
Once I reached Chennai and more importantly, home, my vacation began. I was to spend six whole days with my parents – the longest break in Chennai since I’d moved to Bangalore. I was really excited. I read ‘Pandeymonium’ by Piyush Pandey, a copy that I’d recently got autographed by the man himself. I also r…
To Chennai and Back

My recent trip to Chennai started off by being rather harrowing. The Meru cab driver who came to pick me up at 8.30 pm understood only Kannada, which I could not speak, so after a failed communication attempt on the phone, he decided to abandon me. I panicked and rushed to get an auto. He reluctantly agreed to drop me when I told him my train was going to leave. Actually, I was well ahead of schedule, but which driver would understand the importance and urgency of my request, if the truth wasn’t bent a little. I reached the station by 9.30 pm.
The train left Bangalore station at 10.40 pm, rather late to be out alone. I reached Chennai station at 4.40 am! It was pitch dark outside and the counter for pre-paid taxis was closed. I was heading to my parents’ house and they live 40 kms from the city. I actually took an auto all the way to my parents’ house and the ride was ridiculously long and scary.
I reached the zoo and my dad was there to pick me up and take me the …
Weekend Getaway to Yercaud and Hogennakal I desperately wanted a weekend getaway from Bangalore. But I didn’t have anybody to go with. Most of my friends here in Bangalore are married with kids and pretty busy with their own lives. Too busy to take off on a trip, even if it was just for two days.
I first called Thrillophilia, figuring they could whip up a travel package for me. But when she heard that I would be travelling solo, she became totally unhelpful and said I could go to a resort and stay there but there would be no fun activities. I got really irritated with her attitude and sought some women-only travel groups.
I zeroed in on Ek Chidiya coz it was recommended by a friend and the organizer had a trip planned for the dates I had in mind: August 1st and 2nd.The trip was to Yercaud and Hogenakkal. I was very excited about the trip although I knew no one travelling with me.
I got up early on August 1st and was picked up by the organizer and a co-traveller in an Innova from Mara…
Home vs. PG

Although I spent most of my life in Chennai, I’d taken a special liking to Bangalore ever since I moved here in December 2012. At that time, I lived in Indira Nagar near the Indira Nagar club, truly one of the most ‘happening’ places in the city. Branded showrooms, bars, pubs-- were all a stone’s throw away on 100-feet road and my two years in this neighbourhood were bliss.
I moved back to Chennai in November 2014 and after staying there for 7 months, moved to Bangalore again. My second innings in Bangalore… and so far it’s been great. I live in Marathalli and work in Whitefield. I take a Volvo bus to work every day. I come back by the same bus. Luckily, it stops right outside home and work.
The weather here has been great. This time I’m staying in a PG accommodation. At first, it took me a while to get used to it, but now I’m quite okay with sharing my room with some other girl. We haven’t become the best of friends or anything ‘coz she speaks mainly in Bengali and can ba…