छोटे शहर थोड़ा धीरे चलते हैं । शायद उनकी घड़ियों की धड़कने तेज़ नहीं होतीं । धूप सुस्ताते हुए बरामदों में झाँकती है। और सुबह-सुबह सड़कें कुछ चंद ही कदम चलती हैं । धीमे-धीमे सूरज चढ़ता है तो काफिला आगे बढ़ता है । मंज़िलें पास ही होती हैं। फिर भी उन्हें तय करने में घण्टों …
India’s #MeToo Movement and our Constant State of Denial
So, there were quite a few skeletons in the closet! Now that some of them are out in the open, I am sure it will give women the courage to pull out some more. India’s #MeToo movement has disclosed some shocking facts and I am going to talk about them at two levels. Just yesterday …
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Two Lives
We never know what happens when life happens, unless it actually happens! Today we are so caught in this idea of “myself” that we gradually lose out on our “other self”. It is hard to say whether life is ready to entangle us or is it we ourselves who are willing to get entangled… …
From the Days of Rajni
One from the archives. This piece found a place in the HER WORLD section of THE TRIBUNE published on August 26, 2001. One of my very early and raw pieces, it came much before the advent of the #MeToo movement and similar stuff. It can also be accessed on www.tribuneindia/days of Rajni Not that I ever …
We love our teachers but…
Without the fear of sounding cliché, let me put it this way- if my life were a book, my childhood would be its most memorable chapter. Undoubtedly, a sizeable portion of this golden phase would include the memoirs of my school days. Narratives that would be incomplete without the mention of the role played by …
Hello…
Welcome to ‘A Hundred Quills’. The title of my blog will probably intrigue you and I do plan to keep the suspense for a while. But for now, all I can say is that my blog may have a new name and a new address but I’m not really new to the process. I have …
A Hundred Quills 