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To play or not to play

There are two types of Indian. Those who love to play Holi. And those who love all the fun and frolic and festivity, but stay the hell away from the colors. I, needless to say, fall into the second category. Every year, all those beauty magazines, newspapers, tabloids will start bragging about holi and how to take precautions and how to play a safe holi blah blah blah. I don't get your point man. If those colors are not at all safe for our skin or hair, if they contain so many poisonous chemicals, what is the point of playing with them?  Oh what did you say? Organic colors? You must be one of those snooty elite class columnist or those wannabe writers who also advise us to apply '3 tsp of strawberry paste and 1tsp of yoghurt' in order to fight pimples. In my entire non-elite ordinary life, I have never seen people playing holi with turmeric or with dried n' crushed rose petals. Believe me, those who want to play, will play anyways. They don't care about hair or s…

Coyote the philosopher

There comes a time in almost every one's life, when nothing goes right. The job sucks. Love life has gone astray. Family life is also messed up. And then comes the question most of the single twenty something Indian girls are most terrified of. 'When are you getting married dear? Most of your batch-mates are married and rest are in steady relationships and looking for wedding planners.' My relatives or those so-called well-wishers might faint if I answer them, 'No aunty (or uncle, or whatever), I don't have a boyfriend, because I literally suck at relationships. I don't wanna get married. And the mere idea of having kids freaks the bejesus out of me. I would rather become a globetrotter and explore the whole world, although I know that's an impossible dream unless someday I bump into someone as crazy as me and elope with him.'

There is a saying, that 'If you find humor in every situation, you win.' Well, it may not be too wise to find humor at …