To the Juniors, With Love

by Vrinda Vinayak and Vivek Shah   Hello there, ickle firsties. So, you cracked the AILET, packed your bags, said goodbye to friends and family and shimmied down to these parts, eh? Well done. Now do your best to survive here. Your first year will pass by too quickly for you to notice, with every…

Musings of a Bombay Girl stranded in Delhi

by Suniti Sampat   “Not Delhi!” her eyes widened.  I looked on as my best friend authoritatively stated that studying in the National Capital would be the worst decision that I could make. I tried explaining that I was out of options, but she wouldn’t listen. I really had no supporters on this. All of…

My Name Is Not Khan

Let’s get this out of the way first: I am not Muslim. I do not hold Muslim religious beliefs. The sole reason why I visit a dargah (about once a decade, at that) is to get my hands on that sweet, sweet sugary thing that they distribute like it’s confetti.  I learnt the difference between…

Of Phantoms

by Orpheus Amputees often experience a strange phenomenon. Most describe it as feeling the limb that isn’t there anymore: a throbbing pain or an itch where there is nothing to scratch. This condition is referred to as a ‘phantom limb’, the spectre of what once was a part of the person. It’s a discomforting feeling,…

The Boy Who Lived – Part III

(You can also read Part I and Part II of the story).   “Ms. Potts, I believe you have some unfinished business with Hammer Industries. They’re looking for you on level 28.” Petunia said. “Oh… Alright, thank you. Mr. Stark, you’re scheduled for the next round of negotiations in an hour.” “I will see you there.…

Blue Is Not Always The Warmest Colour – Part II

by TheExaltedOne (The first part of this article can be found here.) The blues need their own personal towncriers. You know, with the robes and the breeches and the tricorne hats. Hear ye, hear ye! The blues will be arriving shortly to drag you into a bottomless vortex of angst, sadness, wistfulness, loss of appetite, unnatural bowel…