You can laze on the beach & take a nap.
Or you can be that girl from Jap!
Note: This poem is a reference to Kymaia’s riding school, Japalouppe Equestrian Centre, in Talegaon, on the old Mumbai-Pune highway. When Kym saw horses at Phuket in Thailand, she wanted to ride one, even though she’s hardly a couple of dozen classes old at Japalouppe. And ride she did!
Suicide, the ultimate rebellion, the final act of non-cooperation, isn't something to be laughed at. It is heartbreaking to see it being ridiculed by some people I truly admire (who I'd have presumed more empathetic than that) to counter some other people (who are known…
VERY interesting!
Back in December 2012, when the Nirbhaya protests erupted across the country, I wrote this and discovered it only in reference to something else I was looking for.
When's the movie coming out?
How many of us can be Ravish Kumar? I, for one, can't. Of course, I can't, and won't ever be Rajdeep Sardesai. I'd probably be more like Prannoy Roy.
We all have a limited fount of courage. Each of us knows where that limit is. Notwithstanding our public posturing.
