Known Turf

I have been searching online for the English translation of "thithak" – "baulk" comes closest but it does not quite c...

I was pretty spaced out during the ride back to the station. While hailing the auto-rickshaw, I hadn't even looked at the driver's f...

Trouble on the streets is always new, no matter how often you've spotted it, smacked it back, run from it. Trouble will always creep up...

Something has been changing and yet, what has? I write this in the context of my involvement with Blank Noise and my experience of having l...

It has been seven years since. Or eight. I don’t remember his name. Nor his number. He gave me both. He asked me for mine – name and number....

Jasmeen, the founder of Blank Noise , will be in Delhi this week and would like to interview people who have been involved with the campaign...

Usually, I do not put any of my own poetry on this blog, but this is an elegy and I'd like it read. This much is set, Keshav ji ...

We sent wishes. Didn't we? May the moon charm you and the sun warm you. May your lips be assaulted by laughter. May the year bring healt...

A few days ago, I was at Gwalior station, waiting for a train that just wouldn't arrive. Since I travel very light these days, I just sw...

Young man. Striped shirt. Big-ish car... cannot tell which make; never cared enough about models and names. Young man leans out to ask for d...

He began by asking for directions. So many of them do that, that I almost didn't bother to turn my head towards the voice. And yet, it i...

A line of Control. A dress. A word. A slut. It is not an easy admission to make, but I have used the word 'slut' whilst referring to...

Once you've put into writing the truths that have hammered your life - your commutes, your streets, your nights, your finances - into ...

Last year, around this time, I first started speaking up about street sexual harassment. Thanks to Blank Noise's blogathon , many wome...

Sarojini Nagar market. Thursday. 15th Feb. I'd been here only two days before: getting new curtains, socks, sunshine, weird banana split...

For a minute there, I felt powerful. For a minute, I thought, it would get sorted now. Now that I am involved , have learnt to speak up, and...

Aggression has a purpose. Something deeper and more instinctive that most of us understand, but which most of us experience only when we all...

Blank (that which is not allowed meaning, form, articulation). Noise (that which heightens, builds itself). There will be articulation. Ther...

The Blank Noise Project has been active in Delhi over the last few weeks. Posters have been put up, streets have been negotiated, students ...

Yesterday, I was filled with a deep, deep sense of despair. Never, in recent memory, have I felt this numb, this deflated. As I read, accoun...