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Wore-drobe
It is March again, and this year will be different. I know this because the spring-summer collections have begun dropping in my inbox, because a linen shirt has been sitting in my saved-for-later cart for eight months now, and because I am standing in front of my wardrobe having decided, once again, that I will… Continue reading
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Malkosh
Life goes on. The TV is back on, even if something has shifted Nobody tells objects. That’s the thing. The package arrives at the door, scanned and sorted and dispatched through a chain of human effort so elaborate it borders on devotion, and it has no idea. The algorithm that predicted the purchase, the warehouse… Continue reading
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Borrowed Words
Some years back, when I was in a Rumi phase, because who wasn’t, I used to quote: Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field, I’ll meet you there. I said it like I’d discovered it. I said it like it was mine. Fifteen years ago, quoting Rumi was already cliché. But it was… Continue reading
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Roll Call: Notes on Names and the People Who Get Stuck With Them
The annual pre-Independence Day office party. The night before I was born. Dilip Kumar and Saira Banu in the front row, with Appa. My name almost decided. I know, I know. What’s in a name? is the most overworked question in the history of questions. Shakespeare asked it, your motivational calendar asked it, and now I am… Continue reading
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The Other People Who Weren’t There
The India AI Impact Summit started today. I know this because I have spent the last two months watching it unfold on LinkedIn before it even began. Every other post was someone announcing they’d be speaking, moderating, or appearing on a panel about how AI will change everything about AI, which is changing everything about… Continue reading
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Listening for the Ciiii
On effort, expertise, and why invisible work goes unrewarded My mother could cook an eight-course meal for twelve people and the kitchen would look like she’d merely walked through it on her way to somewhere else. No splatter on the stovetop, no tower of tasting spoons in the sink, no panic-Googling “is dal supposed to… Continue reading
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User Research, But Make it Metabolic
(Or: What My CGM Taught Me About Human Behaviour) Exhibit A: The humble poha that broke my metabolic heart. The Accidental Field Study Every few months, I run a small, unapproved research project with a sample size of one: me. The apparatus is a Continuous Glucose Monitor (CGM), a discreet sensor I stick on my… Continue reading
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