Gay clubs were for flowers.
12 years ago in Kolkata. At the time still much referred to as Calcutta. Now less so.
Not for the first time, I found myself in a tiny room on a hot day, the youngest among old women. Each with a different thing to say to me, also the...
I have become one of those people.
I’m home now of course, whatever home means, and I’ve been retelling a couple of stories. The same ones, but many of them, just because I’ve had such a crazy time in...
Here I start a series of my best answers on Quora, starting with this one. It still has the highest numbers of upvotes!
It’s no secret I’ve lost interest in writing a blog — I’m...
A year in review
I came to the Middle East to do just one thing: see a part of the world that I felt I needed to learn more about. Its language was alien, but familiar...
postcard from Banten
My city is often made out to be a boring business city, sterile and lifeless. Not entirely. No amount of protestation at how we’re really unique, though, is effective in driving home...
Where I dig through my archives and repost the stuff I like. This is from 2007.
Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This is from 2007.
Reposting stuff from the past. This one’s from 2007.
Reposting stuff I like from my archives. This is from 2006.
Where I dig into my archives and repost stuff I like. This one’s from August 2006, when I’d spent some time in both sides of Bengal.
What I have noticed about being away, and still can’t shake off, is how mornings in each foreign place are so strikingly different from what one is used to; how different they...
Where I post stuff from the archives, the stuff I like. This is from 2005.