So am I a ‘feminist’?

So am I a ‘feminist’?

By Priya Arunkumar“You are a feminist, aren’t you? He smirked. Et tu brute, I silently thought as I looked at my childhood pal, who used to bully me at every given opportunity. No, why do you say that, I queried. “Well, long back when you joined us in school, I knew...
No more bright eyed and bushy tailed

No more bright eyed and bushy tailed

By Priya Arunkumar I am a morning person. I wake up at 5.30am every day. It is like clockwork. I don’t need an alarm. It doesn’t matter what time I sleep, where I sleep, how I sleep… I just wake up at 5.30am. And I have been waking up at this time in the last three to...
A ‘sweet’ life…

A ‘sweet’ life…

By Priya Arunkumar It was always a balancing act. A tough one to learn and master when you are just eight! A small strip of a banana leaf, or sometimes on a translucent sheet of paper, the melted hot ghee and the sliding, running, dancing scoop of hot halwa… the...
Live by the mobile – die by the mobile!

Live by the mobile – die by the mobile!

By Priya Arunkumar Live by the sword, die by the sword. Same way, live by the mobile, maybe die with it?! No, I don’t wish that to these mobile-wielding morons, no maniacs! Yet, they at least deserve a taste of their own medicine! Every day they wait, like birds of...
The masks we wear

The masks we wear

By Priya Arunkumar Many years ago, someone who came in to our office for a meeting, with one of my colleagues, also happened to meet me, spoke to me for half an hour or so. And before walking away he dropped a mini bombshell: “What a ‘sweet, soft spoken’ person!” he...

Soul matters

By Priya Arunkumar “What is filled in our body? Spirit?” The little one was barely eight, so I figured that it would be an easy query to answer. Should I go the scientific or the spiritual way? Or should I try the philosophical way? No, the kid is too small to be...

Fight or flight?

By Priya Arunkumar Refusing to turn my back on darkness There was a time when I used to tiptoe backwards from the kitchen sink, back to the dining hall of my home in India. I would not dare turn my back at the eerie darkness of the night, which I feared would spill...

Even the blue jackals howl!

By Priya Arunkumar The blue jackal howled. When a pack of jackals howled, the blue one could not control its natural instinct. It had to howl. Jackals are meant to howl. But jackals are not meant to be blue in colour, neither are they, leaders of the jungle, right? So...