Trivandrum Rants

When you live in what is essentially a police state, clumsily camouflaged in democratic garb, you have to be doubly careful about airi...

Three years ago, people in Trivandrum (and Calicut) were thrown a bone by the Chief Dream Merchant (CdM), which we all lapped up (see M...

It’s festive season again. The air is filled with the pungent smell of burning rubber, plastic and waste.    People are singing paeans to...

It’s been almost a month since I landed back in GOC capital, and I don’t even know where to start ranting. First up is the garbage ...

When god speaketh, man shuts the f$@k up-eth. That is the norm. But unbeknownst to god, there are a set of people called rationalists wh...

Over the past few years, there was one thing that struck me while going around Trivandrum. Our obsession with gateways, and I have been tr...