Introduction: Barkha Rani Jam Ke Barasti Hai Barkha Dutt is a name I knew when I was still a teenager in college. You were this beaming, fierce journalist that became the first female "Embedded Journalist" in the Kargil war, one of the early ones, years before US christened the official title in the 2003 Iraq war. I admired you, so did the entire country and of course Bollywood! It didn't matter if the movie was an A, B or C grade production; if there was a female reporter ch
I want to love someone; I want to be loved!! In both scenarios, in addition to all the fluff we call romance, we can trace our feelings back to some shade of daddy issues; or mommy issues; or in some very unfortunate cases both. I obviously have nothing against romance. I am too much of a romantic myself. My favorite date movie is SAW IV , and my preferred valentine gift -- to give -- is a playstation. Isn't that cute? See, I told you I was romantic! Now that we have addresse
I don’t walk gangsta’ style, do not even own a gun, don’t really talk trash and certainly do not walk around with my jeans below the waistline. So, then why do I like rap/hip-hop? When I couldn’t find any answers around my urban life, I did what most confused professionals like me do. I went to Himalayas to search for that crucial answer, the missing piece that had wrecked my life beyond repair! The icy mountains were of NO help. I tell you this whole Himalayan thing is overr
A novel is written, sold, celebrated, treasured and archived. But there is something that is never the same - It's the author's intimacy with the characters that at times end up bending his own reflection. This is the first post of the 'Making of Punk Sunk Love series': A glimpse of darkness that pierced Shammi's heart The hazy light shone in the backdrop as the funky beats of "American Boy" bounced of the dizzying cathedrals. The place was Columbus, Ohio and the hotel was '
The cars on the highway were zipping by. My hands were firm; my legs on the peddle; the warm caffeine swiveled down leaving aromatic eye poppers up in the air. This was it; I could feel the thrill that would come with hitting the gas and so I did through 100 miles before grinding to a halt at Cape May right in time to hop on to a boat - it was time to see dolphins and whales. The incessant wind had knocked the boat out of its sanity, for the violent leaps of the boat would ma
Welcome to my poetry section. Please indulge; and critique my creation inspired by Gulzarsaab's style of writing.