All eyes turn to her at parties, her husband thinks she writes porn and her friends expect her to diagnose what’s wrong with their husbands. This, Sandhya Mulchandani says, is what happens when you know stuff like the Sanskrit word for the G-spot
At the age of five, Sara Rahbar fled the Islamic revolution in Iran, walking through knee-deep snow and hiding in caves. Years later, she returned, only to realise that we are all in exile in a way
Money makes him uncomfortable, so Vinod Sreedhar refuses to charge for his workshops. He accepts whatever people want to pay. He trusts the universe to provide for him. Here he is, in his own words
A self-taught dancer, Harihar Dash is the boy you can’t take your eyes off in a jazzy new TV commercial. Open traces the unreal career graph of the engineer from Behrampore
Children are named after him, fans were sometimes pacified by his darshan, and he worried Kamal Haasan might slay his mother. Vamsee Juluri on growing up as the son of Telugu superstar Jamuna
The Amazon, Ganga and Brahmaputra are not enough for Andy Leeman. Having sailed six rivers across the world, he now has his sights set on the Yangtze in China. Open meets the tireless river campaigner
Dr Rati Rao, vice-president of the People’s Union for Civil Liberties, Karnataka, received a police notice on 26 February informing her that a case of sedition (Section 124-A) had been registered against her for publishing a bulletin that the complaint alleged was ‘favouring Naxals and Muslims’ and ‘propagating that the police are killing innocent people in the name of encounters’. She spent the next nine months realising how the State had exacted its punishment, even though no chargesheet was filed against her.
Doctors diagnosed filaria, typhoid, gastroenteritis, and even advised a shrink. But having had malaria so many times, Rauf Ali, far from dreading the disease, now finds that it is ‘not bad at all’.
Deserted by her muse, Aditi Aanand signed up for a writing class in New York. And many a short story and haiku later, discovered that writing is really a contact sport, not a solitary activity
Growing up, Miyuki Kamimura didn’t hear stories of gnomes and fairies. His was a childhood with tales of people with half-faces and burnt skin. We learn of life in the shadow of Hiroshima