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Happy Birthday, Baby.

(We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this small but significant status update in the life of a dutiful little mommy and a beautiful little man called Little Mister Jibran.) Little Mister Jibran is two years old today. 2010. Barely a few weeks old and registering the world. By sleeping. 2011. Oh the eyes … Continue reading »

Bonnet. Bees. Boo.

Bee Number One. Mourning what won’t return: Gone are the days when you could have just stared into space absentmindedly and chomped on something fatty and read a novel that would have invited you to explore the inner workings of a mind truly twisted. But that doesn’t happen now. As my friend Aneela Z says, … Continue reading »

Day 2.

Effectively the last day. Technically one more date till you are here. Effectively less than 24 hours. Technically still a long way to go. I honestly cannot wait to have you here. And this is just for you and you alone. For all the days that are sad, mad, bad, glad.. this is for you.

Through a Rickshaw Jhatkafully.

I think it all started when I was struggling through Jibran’s Cerelac challenges. I was tired of trying to feed him everything ranging from pureed vegs to pureed chicken and I was tired of singing from everything to Itsy Bitsy Spider and my own concoctions of nonsense syllables such as “Googoo pakka! Laddu Tappa! Shallam … Continue reading »

7 years ago.

I had a beard. In the college play. I’m a riot, aren’t I. That’s me in the waistcoat. I play Mirza, a destitute poet in Anwar Maqsood’s Half Plate. 2 days, house full, pretty goddamn great – even if we didn’t get to have it on tape.

Rain on my terrain.

(The view from my window.) I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead. If you think it’s going to rain, it will. – Clint Eastwood