POLITICAL FARCE| MY TRUMP RUNNETH OVER

Two months into this new fangled broadcast methodology, DT* being overcome by his ADHD-afflicted persona, got bored. It was too little for too long. He had stopped watching Fox News simply because he had slowly faded away from its screen as its most beloved protagonist to an increasingly dubious and infrequently shown antagonist.
The words Mutineer and Delusional Demagogue had come up a few times too.
How he despised that Chris Wallace!*
Melania wanted out – of the marriage; of the partnership. He wasn’t having any of it. While his celebrity had diminished into the wasteland of slander and defamation, she was now wearing the cloak of a woman who had bravely survived the madness. She already had 6 book deals and 25 million dollars in the bank. No, he would rather poison her! … that is, lose her through quick, natural causes, than let her bask in reflected glory – his Glory!
Yes, he hated Melania as well.

FEATURE|BY TUK OR BY CROOK

This endearingly sensationalist lot also believes in pithy, public declarations of the meaning and gist of their lives, emblazoned as they are on their carriages. There’s a sweet, almost nostalgic obsession with certain historical personages and quaint adaptations of favored English idioms: Like Che Guevara who always wants the tuk tuk contingent to rebel; Bob Marley who would like them to forget their woes in most likely, a moonshine-steeped, reggae rocked weekend. Then there is the tuk tuk driver throwing out a barefaced challenge that “if you’re bad, he’s your dad”; or the one who’s had it with arrogance saying “fly not high so you fall not low”; or the myriad others who loudly declare that their hearts are up (on their tuk tuk behinds) for the taking, and as many more who have publicly closed themselves to love… certain lady passengers always being an exception!

OPINION | A POST PANDEMIC FEIERABEND*

We’d rave and rant about the government’s woeful ineptitude, the kilos that just kept piling on, the hijacking of our religion by the crazed Right and the lack of a glass of wine when you needed to get just a little comfortably numb. We were, one and all, veritable shrinks; roles we inadvertently took on given the stigma attached to the clinical psychological recourse. But when we’re talking of a chronic mental pandemic, everyone pitches in to do their bit in braving a dear ones purgative assault on their senses. We absorb until our own cups brimmeth over, and then, we return friendly fire!

VERSE|A WALK TO DECEMBER*

December 2020 has trundled in at last – Dawned is far too genial a word to use for what’s been a blast Of a year, of our lifetimes, of living memory too they say So on this blessed December day, I’m wishing it all away! May the Corona perish in the gentle warmth of springContinue reading “VERSE|A WALK TO DECEMBER*”

FEATURE|The Bloodsoaked Rhymes of our Nursery

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty had a great fallAll the king’s horses and all the king’s menCouldn’t put Humpty together again! A lovely old quatrain, filled with the promise of blood and gore (or at the very least, massive quantities of ill-fated yolk!). Or how about: Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top.When theContinue reading “FEATURE|The Bloodsoaked Rhymes of our Nursery”

OPINION|MY 72 HURS* AND I

I probably would not have been able to write this piece as intrepidly as i am doing now had I been in the motherland. And therein lies the basis of the conundrum that is our religion: an ideology that is deeply, consumingly rooted in loathsome patriarchy with a formidable intolerance for debate and discussion. 1400Continue reading “OPINION|MY 72 HURS* AND I”

FEATURE|FROM TROPICAL URBANIA, WITH LOVE

Maybe it’s the naive rambling of the blissfully ignorant, or the intuitive musings of the arduously life-initiated, or maybe it’s just the endorphins doing an extra merry jig in the face of our pandemic-crippled times – but here goes in the vein of the duly afflicted: I am Mahvash, and i am a true blueContinue reading “FEATURE|FROM TROPICAL URBANIA, WITH LOVE”

OPINION|WHAT IF IT HAD BEEN ME?

Incidence at the Hammad International Airport at Doha I am still unsure of how to absorb/ make sense of what happened to over 60 women at the Hammad International airport in Doha last month. I can’t seem to compartmentalise it anywhere in my head. In summary, a baby (a few days old) was found abandonedContinue reading “OPINION|WHAT IF IT HAD BEEN ME?”

OPINION|THE STATE OF THE (B)UNION VS. THE REST OF THE WORLD

While we wait for the 45th POTUS to (un)graciously concede to his successor, there is a tumult of below the radar conjectures and hypotheses about what a post Trump world will be like for us in the global backwaters. I had earlier, in a fit of existential optimism imagined a continuing Trump administration and itsContinue reading “OPINION|THE STATE OF THE (B)UNION VS. THE REST OF THE WORLD”

THE CORPORATE SERIES|Demystifying Organizational Success – (Part 2)

Too often, in the everyday throng of the corporate world, Management tends to lose sight of many of their star players. The race to better the bottom-line translates into a disproportionate recognition of the sales staff, who are bringing in the business. This imbalance is further exacerbated by the notorious bell curve that shapes mostContinue reading “THE CORPORATE SERIES|Demystifying Organizational Success – (Part 2)”