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I am a writer, academic, filmmaker. Teach broadcast studies at University of Delhi. When not in a classroom I write stories. My work has been published in various newspapers and journals. The short story and the long essay are two forms I enjoy reading and writing most. My work usually explores areas of masculinity, feminism, cinema and urban life. Once upon a time I was a media professional, worked with the Times of India and NDTV. Now I breathe amidst words, chai and youthful students. I live in Delhi, India, without a dog or cat.

Features/Unpublished

How Not To Talk About Poverty- The Sentimentalist’s Guide.

Posted on 29 Apr 2018 in Anubha Yadav, Features/Unpublished, Just, Opinion/Current Affairs | 0 comments

Years back, when I studied in Carmel Convent, Delhi, one day my friend was called to the Principal’s office. G was an invisible girl, like me. We were the kind who always sat in the first three rows in class, but were somehow always invisible to the teachers and fellow class mates. Not that they […]

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Pillow Talk

Posted on 04 Jul 2015 in 9/11, Anubha Yadav, ATM- All Time Musings, Features/Published, Features/Unpublished, Gender, Just, man/woman, Sort of Ordinary Things | 0 comments

“So, how is marriage treating you?” “It’s all good,” She sighed,” but I really, really miss my pillow.” “So, just carry it to your new home.” “No, no it’s not the same. I will just have to yearn for it till I stop yearning for it.” And she too misses her pillow I thought. I […]

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The Marlboro Tears

Posted on 17 Jul 2013 in Anubha Yadav, Features/Unpublished, man/woman, Men, Opinion/Current Affairs, Private Diary of a feminist., Taslima Nasreen, Women | 0 comments

The first time I saw my father cry was when I was in my late twenties. I am sure he had cried before, perhaps many-a-times. Of-course, he must have cried before.From that day, till today, I have wondered on where he cried before? At his office, in the bathroom as he showered(tears unseen even to […]

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A Student of Teaching

Posted on 05 Sep 2012 in ATM- All Time Musings, Being a teacher, Features/Unpublished, Kamala Nehru College, Opinion/Current Affairs, September 5, teacher, Teacher's day, Urban Turban | 0 comments

Teaching was supposed to be a transit career for me. A place where we wait, chat with strangers, sit to read a book, have a relaxed cup of tea- till it is time to board a flight again- for home this time. After seven wonderful years I am still in transit. The cup of tea, […]

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Urban Turban

Posted on 14 Mar 2011 in Features/Unpublished, hotels, Urban Turban | 0 comments

Catching Five Stars I don’t know if history can credit the birth of the descriptive phrase ‘five star’ to someone. A word that led to the creation of a cult called– A Five Star Hotel. Perhaps an old stubby British Journalist came out very satiated after a visit and on-return to his desk connected his […]

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