Somehow, this is still the representation that the West sees of India — a naan and butter chicken eating Hindi-speaking cab-driver immigrant with a kid who’s to soon become a doctor or software engineer.
The films might have a happy ending. But is it really a happy ending for us who carry pepper sprays, Swiss knives, and a look of panic on our faces?
It was another night after a long day’s work. The bus was late and I reached Nungambakkam railway […]
As I sat alone in this lonely, dingy office away from all the action I was missing, my new boss calls for me from his oh-so-huge cabin. And the first thing he sees, are my breasts.
Insults, rudeness, sadistic sarcasm, personal attacks, incivility, yelling, belittling, and demeaning remarks at workplace can hold back anyone […]
I am a millennial. One of the loathsome, entitled, rebels born in the ‘90s. And in the Indian […]