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.

Private Diary of a feminist.

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Posted on 17 Jul 2013 in Anubha Yadav, Features/Unpublished, man/woman, Men, Opinion/Current Affairs, Private Diary of a feminist., Taslima Nasreen, Women | 0 comments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

Posted on 03 Oct 2012 in ATM- All Time Musings, Dudette Says, Gender, Opinion/Current Affairs, Private Diary of a feminist., slutwalk, Taslima Nasreen, Women | 0 comments

A friend of mine who was doing the matrimonial rounds told me some wonderful stories. Unfortunately, the stories settled with her matrimonial ‘settling’. She said,’When nothing else worked on an ill-suited suitor, who was pursuing her despite her dis-interest, then finally, she use to fire the Ram baan, i.e ‘ I am a feminist’. ‘I […]

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Private Diary of a Feminist- III

Posted on 24 Jul 2011 in Private Diary of a feminist. | 0 comments

Being an honest ‘soul of the earth’ feminist is not easy. It leads to difficult life choices. Not because they are difficult to do. But because they are not enabled in this place where we live. I mean damsel in distress is the enabled mode and if you are bound by a conscience that fails […]

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Private Diary of a feminist – II

Posted on 18 Jul 2011 in pink, Private Diary of a feminist., Taslima Nasreen | 0 comments

So? She laughed. I noticed and realized for the first time that people with shrill voices can have husky, attractive and buoyant laughter. She ducked the question by asking another. Always works, so it worked here too. So are you willing? This time I laughed, anyway, anyday inferior to her laugh. She had a whiskey […]

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Private Diary of a feminist – I

Posted on 17 Jul 2011 in delhi is unsafe, Private Diary of a feminist., slutwalk, Women | 0 comments

Hey you there! Yes, the Red kurta! The feminist! The phone buzzed, I dislike high decibel sounds around me, so I have muted it forever. It only vibrates now. No ring to it anymore. Raw human power over machine. A woman with a voice that is any-day worse than all my ringtones says something that […]

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