Usha’s story

Sometimes, characters are like earworms, or should I say, mindworms. They grow in your imagination, until you think of them the whole day and know every little detail about them. That is exactly what happened to me when I read Shoefiend’s story on Usha Aggarwal Miss. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, here is Usha’s story, or at least, my version of it: …

Burglars in the basement

I lie awake in bed, desperately seeking sleep. What was that sound from the basement? Was it the furnace starting up, or was it just the wind? There it is again. Or is it something more sinister? I suddenly panic – are there burglars in the basement? I look at the burglar alarm indicator. It blinks…

Why I draw the line at Black Friday

It’s that time of the year again. It’s time to stand in line. Not just any line, but the mother of all lines. The Wind-Around-Three-Blocks lines, the Come At 3 a.m. lines, the Bring Your Own Blanket and Sleeping Bag lines. Yes, Black Friday is this Friday. Everyone in the city is going to be…

I need my beauty stress. Wait, maybe not.

I always read research publications whenever I get a chance. Sometimes, I even understand what they are saying. More often, I come away with the vague idea that the scientists carried out Important Research and something happened to some mice. Or, if you believe Douglas Adams, the mice fooled the scientists into thinking whatever the…

To vote, or not to vote. Or sell my vote on eBay.

The New York Times’ Freakonomics blog recently asked the question “Is it smarter to sell your vote or to cast it?”. It quoted an article in NYU’s student newspaper which found that two-thirds of the NYU students polled would trade their vote in next year’s presidential election for a year’s free tuition, 20% would trade…

Look, Ma! Samosas!

Yesterday, I made samosas, for the first time ever. So I did what any daughter would do – I promptly called up my Mom. “Look at the samosas I just made”, I said excitedly. “You made samosas?” my Mom asked me. “You. Made. Samosas?” “Yes, Mom, look at these, aren’t they beautiful”, I said happily,…