Compulsive Confessions

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I wish I could remember learning how to read. The old family lore is that my mother used to try and make mealtimes palatable to me by...

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(Last week's newsletter. This week's just went out so you know what to do.) Pop quiz #2: This week's newsletter title is an ...

(Wrote this for a city newspaper) I still remember where I was when I decided to move to Mumbai. It was a cold winter's evening, ...

(This appeared as one of the F Word columns I used to do for The Week.) Everyone else in my class 8 section loved Ragini Ma'am ( ...

The measure of a person is in their house party. I wrote this as orderly preparations went on in our home, preparing to receive far ...

* Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio : This was in that Michelle Pfieffer (fffer? Something) movie! The one with the kids who came around to ...

(This post began as an alternative to a listicle I was doing for POPxo . I do some writing for them, mostly top ten lists and so on, and t...

The song of the dial-up modems, the krrrrgneeeeshhhhh of it before it went online, the lights blinking, the way it would sometimes disconne...

(listen to the song as you're reading this post) At 28, I found myself back in Delhi, minus one fiancé and a city I still loved. ...

Don't delay, something tells me I gotta go away Maybe it's the way we always stay when our hearts have gone We can'...

So Jezebel had a post up that pretty much succinctly described my previous year. Fuck you, 2010 . Yeah. It was a shitty, shitty, shitty year...

So back in the 1980s, before globalisation and the internet and cable tv, Christmas was just another holiday, a day off school and I didn’t ...

Ah, back to my favourite city in the whole wide world. This may be surprising to people, but sorry Bombay, sorry London, you didn’t take me ...