|Amidst the hills and forests of South-West Kentucky lies a
cave – the Mammoth Cave. Running almost 400 miles long it is easily the world’s
longest cave system. A separate world on its own, the cave has been of service
to the humans for as long as six thousand years. It has been historically used
as storm shelter, burial ground, tuberculosis hospital, food reservoir, mine
and tourist attraction. But since 1941, i.e. after its incorporation as a
National Park its only purpose lies in preserving its own ecosystem and
entertaining the horde of tourists that flock every day.With the aim of making most of the quickly receding
summer, last Saturday we made it there after a four hour drive amids...
learnt the word Clinomania and that it’s a legitimate condition of a human
body, I am not shying away from using it anywhere and everywhere I can. In the last two days of its existence in my life
its usage has grown by leaps and bounds. I am dishing this word to everyone who
dares to try to get me out of my bed.
gives me a two-way advantage:
it gives me a pleasure to know that extreme addiction to one’s bed is more than
just laziness, it’s a condition, and it’s called Clinomania. And I am
Clinomaniac. Sounds better right? The hibernated feeling of guilt for being too
lazy is gone and I already feel a little elevated in my position.
when people around m...
|Evan Grae Davis speaks
at TEDxGateway about the new word called gendercide and its implications. As I watch,
I start to feel nauseated.
woman somewhere in South India smiles and enacts how she killed eight of her
new-borns just because she was a girl. She has no sign of remorse when she
shows the home made graveyard where she buried all eight of them. Makes you shiver. Does it not? But it’s
hardly unique. Chances are - you are all too familiar with different versions
of the same story. If you are girl (I know you
didn’t have any control over it), then you are a criminal and you deserve to be
punished. If you were lucky not to be killed when...
| A Silicon India daily dose in my inbox
told me that there is an acute shortage of IT managers. Such was my shock that I
almost suffered a heart attack. With over a hundred thousands of vacancies, my worst fear has
come true. The corporate IT hierarchy is finally going to look like a diamond
instead of an inverted tree. Anyway,
now that there is such a huge demand, supply should be there too. And if you,
by any chance, are aspiring to fulfill one of those positions then here’s a
guide you may follow:1) Don’t
be scared to apply if you haven’t been to any management
institution. If you are old enough...
|Every now and then life gets
complicated and you need to escape. Even though nobody needs an excuse to
escape, sometimes it serves as the right incentive. Whether you are just
bored or your mother-in-law is visiting or your craving for adventure is really
getting strong, a road trip is the answer to everything that can be your excuse
to get away. You can carry your curiosity and sense of adventure with you and
the let the diversion en route add to the sensation.My idea of a perfect road trip is
pretty simple: the Himalayas, my husband and his camera and a sturdy SUV.
Mountains fascinate me, especially the Himalayas. If I have time for a trip, I
always inadvertently end up planning a trip aro...
|Solitude!I come from India - a land which is
home to 1.2 Billion people. I lived in a city - a place where roadside
aesthetics are the families who live there with their swollen-belly children
and bare-ribs dogs. I had a small home – an apartment where even the closed
doors couldn’t block out the various types of sounds that rose from the passing
traffic. Why, I even became uncommonly skilled to identify the vehicle just by
listening to its honk. I lived by myself but was never alone for a single
second.Now I have come to a country which is
three times as large as India but has a population of only 300 million. Now I
live in a city where red and white tulips adorn the sidewalk. The only ...
|This is the concluding part. You can read the first part of the story here.Rani woke up from the splashes of rain on her
skin and the sound of loud thundering. She didn’t know what time it was but
judging by how little rested she felt it shouldn’t be dawn yet. The room was
dark; the power was out. She sat up and looked outside the open window. A tropical storm was blowing in full force. She
had always liked storms but something didn’t feel right about this one. The
lightning was so frequent that the sky looked a permanent blinding white. A
baby was crying somewhere, no, wait, that was the wind blowing through the
Eucalyptus trees. It was raining but not very hard. A dog, no, rather a f...
time I am back to wearing the judge’s hat for the Indifiction Workshop once
again with Leo and Jaish. And we decided: why not use our power to make people
write some spooky stories? After all it’s also the season’s preference, isn’t
it? Who doesn’t like a good ghost story on a rainy evening, stretching on a
couch or a comfy floor mat and munching hot pakodas? The kind of stories that
makes your hairs stand straight on the back of your neck?Source: Web The ideal situation for such
storytelling, as preached by the many authors I grew up reading, always
involved an elderly person as the storyteller. He narrated his stories, his
life experiences in most cases, to...
|Image sourced from webIndia
has always been mysteriously guided by mythologies and scriptures that were
written thousands of years ago. Our very unwillingness to bring ourselves at
par with the current times has been the main reason why we are still a third
world country when the countries like China and Japan who started at the same
time as ours are already being considered as the next superpowers.We
are so proud of our golden history that we fail to see it’s irrelevance in the modern
times. But I also feel that either we are too superficial in our understanding
of these ancient scriptures or a certain group of people manipulate our
understanding in order to maintain their superiority and...
|It’s that time of the year again when millions of students from all
over the country are starting a new phase of their lives. School days are over
and it’s now time for college. It’s time to fill numerous forms, to attend impressive
counselling and pray to be accepted in the college of dream. Many are nervous,
unsure of the unknown future. But trust me, the worst part is over. Future will
take its own shape in its own time. Life gets better from now on. Well it did
for me at least. Why, I am pretty sure, it was the same for most of us who
studied under the state board of West Bengal during the same time as I did.
Even though I hear things have changed, I have no idea how different it i...
|New York. No, not the movie. But the city. The real, actual city of
New York. A visit to this city confirmed a long standing conviction of mine –
that I am a city person. Nothing makes me happier than to have a little space
of my own to live in the city – amidst the centre of all the actions.A view of Manhattan from the Empire State BuildingI loved those
Concrete buildings - so tall that you have to bend your neck as far back as
probably possible to be able to see their peaks. They looked so beautiful when
the sun reflected from them.If the busy roads at 2 AM in the morning, the road side food joints
bustling with people from all ethnicities, the beautiful bridges thickly dotted
|“Shaadi ke do saal ho gaye, abhi tak koi
issue nehi? Kyun?” Mrs. A asks me very casually. That is when, five minutes
into our introductory conversation, I see the red light first. Shocked that one
could ask such personal questions at the very first meeting, I smile politely
and try to change the topic. But Mrs. A clings on, stubbornly – with an
expression that seems to say, “You don’t know, what a strenuous dirt digger I
am.” Desperate to shake her off, I say something about our non-readiness for
parenthood as yet and walk on hastily. A
little further down the hall, I spot a younger group of women giggling heartily.
Feeling optimistic I move closer. Yes, ...
|Dear Mr. Rituparno Ghosh,I got up this morning with a shocking news. That you had died. My first thought was, “What kind of silly joke is this?” So I cleaned my eyes once again and looked closer into the phone. Yes, there it was. Rituparno Ghosh was no more. That you really had died.You are gone with a finality that can never be undone. With you went the niche of Bengali cinema I was so proud of. I have never been a fan of films because I have never found films comparable to books in terms of portrayal of human emotions. But you were among the very few filmmakers in whose works I found the respite of watching a film without the feeling of a superficial watcher. You restored my faith in B...
|IndiFiction Workshop is an initiative to help Indian Fiction Writers hone their style. This idea is the brainchild of 'The Fool' who blogs at http://luciferhouseinc.blogspot.in and C. Suresh who blogs at http://jambudweepam.blogspot.in/, both of them need no further introduction other than their names. The workshop in general follows certain rules. Everyone has to tell the story using their own narrative style based on a given plot. Different narrative styles are evaluated by fellow participants and judges. The plot for this exercise can be found here. You can read my entry here as well. All comments and critiques are welcome.Hector: Paris! Come here. I have found a thief hi...
| No. Living in the US is not as easy as it
seems to be. While I try my best to feel at home here, random culture shocks are
thrown at me, making me wiser or sometimes leaving me dumbstruck. Here in my
blog I collect them as breadcrumbs lest I forget my way.If you haven’t read my earlier post on this,
go ahead and take a look at it: here.This one, however, is more about my culinary
tastes. I am a compulsive foodie. I love to eat. I am also a big believer of
the saying in Sanskrit, Ghranena Ardha Bhojanam - the aroma is half the taste.But I am very lazy. In fact I am so lazy that
I believe if you spill water on the floor, it will eventually dry so why bother
yourself with the mop...
|About Women in India Your lips are probably curved upward already
as you read the title. Your incredulous eyes probably refuse to believe that
yet another person wants to write yet again about the same tiring topic. And
you are probably thinking, “What will it achieve anyway? As if everyone didn’t
already know everything!” Maybe you are correct. Maybe what I have to
say has already been said many times by numerous other people. But that doesn’t
make the unease I feel everyday go away. So I have to speak, I have to vent my
feelings out irrespective of whether it reaches you or not.Every day the newspaper reports at least one
|Last week I visited a dairy farm – The Fair Oaks Farm
situated between Indiana and Illinois. It is also the largest dairy farm of the
United States.But we didn’t know about the farm until we reached
there. We were just driving to Chicago in order to attend a Holi Party a friend
invited us to and to buy some fish from the Devon Avenue. But as luck would
have it, we ended up in the farm. How? That’s another story which I would
probably tell later. But for now, let me share with you how impressive the farm
was.The farm is Bio-Secure. That is, the places where the
cows and the calves live are out of bound for public. However they have a
guided bus tour of the entire facility, some dairy ad...
|Image Courtesy: http://www.wallcoo.net1I have just turned six and attained the minimum
age limit for the membership of the neighbourhood public library. I know this
because the librarian had said so last time. I proudly walk into the library, holding
a photo of my birthday celebration as the proof of my age. The librarian
scrutinizes the photo carefully. I wait patiently. After a while he says, yes, I
am eligible for the membership.He asks me my name and address and issues me a
membership card – B111. He says till the time I am sixteen, my membership is
free. Gloating, I go to the children’s section. Wow. Such
a huge room! So many racks, so many books! I can hardly contain my glee. But ...
|Yesterday I watched
a Danish movie – “The Hunt”, one of the best movies in the Cannes Film Festival
2012. I am really not a movie person but this one blew my mind away. I haven’t
been able to take it out of my head since then.I won’t review the film here because I am not equipped to review
such a great art. But it sure is a controversial
take on an intensely emotional issue.It’s the story of
Lucas – a kindergarten teacher, who is falsely accused of being a paedophile. A young girl, the
daughter of Lucas’s best friend, develops a childish crush on him while in his
care and when he gently explains the boundaries of their friendship, she begins
to pout.Later, she tells the
|This post has been written for the ongoing Indiblogger
contest - Beautiful Ends
to your Beautiful Braids! sponsored by Dove
Split End Rescue System.“Oh my god! Your hair look absolutely stunning!” exclaimed
Swati. I smiled innocently, secretly gloating inside. Of late I am getting used
to such compliments. And I can’t say how much I am loving it. I can once again
wear my favorite hairstyle - a thick braid that goes straight till the end
without tapering. I am wearing my braided hair everywhere these days – to
office, to parties, to hangouts – everywhere. I don’t anymore have to tie my
hair in a boring bun to hide the horribly split ends I used to have not so long
|Living in the US is not as easy as it seems to be. Especially
when you don’t have a driving license and have a husband who lives 400 miles
away. Hence I am reduced to taking a cab, a train, a bus and then a gracious pickup
in the husband’s car to reach his place almost every weekend.And as unbelievable as it might sound to an average city-dweller-and-heavily-dependent-on-public-transport-for-daily-business
Indian like me, you have to time everything! You can’t just miss a train or
a bus here, for the next one is only a couple of hours later. And they all have
excruciating smart phone apps to remind you that you have a train to catch in 15
minutes and the next one won’t be coming unti...
|When Suresh of Life is like this asked me to write about my publishing journey, I was honoured. Even though I was excited and wanted to write immediately, I was forced to put it on hold for a loooong time. Weeks later when I asked Suresh tentatively that if the request was still valid, he was gracious enough to say yes :). Thanks to him!So here it goes, my guest post for the Indi Fiction Workshop - You Have Written a Book, What Now?Hope it will be useful to some of you!Love,© copyright 2012 – All rights reserved Riot of Random...
|So yes I moved to the US. Now
I am just getting back to my normal routine after quite a long time of literally
living in the air and on the wheel. From New York to Seattle, from Chicago to Miami
– it has been a crazy fortnight. In spite of the
concept of globalization my transition to this new country was full of new
experiences and every day is still full of them. So for now, my next few posts
are going to be full of my expatriate experiences.>>> <<<I was a citizen of the
glorified global village. Too much a believer of the concept of India shining. That
was why I was super pissed when an elderly lady at the Frankfurt airport told
me that being able to drink directly fro...
|How Much will you allow?Indians have scrambled sense of personal space. And I am
happily included in the parade. I have had always liked my brother’s stuff more
than my stuff. Even though they were often identical, I never thought twice
before claiming them. My dad’s t-shirts have always been my favorite wear-at-home
clothes. I have always eaten happily off my aunt’s hand when she used to mix
rice and fish curry together in a big Kansa thali and feed all my cousins
simultaneously from it whenever we were having our mandatory family picnics. And
I have slept with my mom and dad till I was eleven. I have travelled in cramped
trains and buses standing so close to another person that I cou...
|In the country I live in, men are easily the
fairer sex. Everything they do is the norm. Just by being male, they earn the right
to exercise control over their female counterparts. From the time they attain
their teenage, by some mysterious ways of nature they turn expert critics of a female’s
appearance – they do not hesitate to pass unwanted comments at a passing
female - about her clothes, hairdo,
pimples, lipsticks, the way she walks and many more embarrassing topics. Girls never point back that the superior gender
looks damn funny when they walk with their arms slightly lifted from their
torso as if they have two big puss filled boils in their armpits. Or that it is
not so mascu...