I’m a Catholic, but I’m not religious. Or maybe I am—just in a way that would make both a priest and a pandit shake their heads in confusion. I kneel and pray to Jesus with the same sincerity as when I press my palms together and bow before Ganapati. I’ve stood in churches with tears in my eyes and sat through pujas with the same devotion. If there’s a God listening, I’m making sure He, She, or They get my message. Around my neck, I wear a golden cross on a chain and a brown scapular. A symbol of faith, tradition, and, in my case, a little bit of superstition. If layering faiths worked for my ancestors—who probably had a rosary in one pocket and a coconut for an offering in the other—then why should I be any different? But faith is a funny thing. It’s easy to believe in miracles when you’re praying for a job, a house, or a good monsoon. But what about when you’re praying for something bigger? What about when you’re kneeling on the cold floor at 3 a.m., whispering, “God, are you ...
Two months ago, my friend and former colleague Ritwik Sen did something unexpected. A creative and communications expert, an adman, sports commentator, Rits stepped into the world of art with a concept that was as bold as it was beautiful. He called it Breaking the Glass Ceiling, a s eries of 21 artworks that combine cricket and art in a completely fresh way. Each piece features real cracks on glass: deliberate, dramatic, and deeply symbolic. The idea was to show what it means to break through barriers, whether on the field or in life. Ritwik discussed this with me and a few of his dear friends before sharing the idea with Shyam Bhatia, the passionate cricket collector who built the Shyam Bhatia Cricket Museum in Dubai. Shyam immediately saw its potential and agreed to showcase the series. That support gave the work an early platform, and from there it started getting noticed across the world. Cricket lovers, art collectors, and curators began to take an interest. The moment...
If 2024 were a movie, it would be titled "The Great Anticipation" , a Pune-based drama where the credits roll before the story begins. We began the year with grand plans and lofty ambitions. Spoiler alert: none of them happened. First, the Royal Carribean cruise. Oh, the cruise! An 8-night Mediterranean escape that turned into an 8-month-long lament over $92 loss on refund per ticket. Somewhere, Poseidon is laughing at us while sipping a mocktail and eating hummus. The Mediterranean called, but we ghosted. Next up, the Nandan Prospera stair climb. A two-story ascent, unassisted, was to be Alka's Everest. Alas, Everest remained unscaled, and the stairs remained... stairs. They looked daunting every day, like the Sphinx daring us to answer its riddle. The culinary dream of chicken curry and rice cooked entirely by Alka? The chicken stayed in the freezer, the rice stayed in the jar, and we stayed hungry for that unrealised milestone. I swear the chicken chuckled each time ...
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