A ripple of glee went through the classroom of my school in north Bombay when our teacher, nervously adjusting her spectacles, said a sex-ed seminar was scheduled for after recess. This was at the end of the ’90s; we were a class of 15-year-olds; cable television had just arrived and American soap operas had caused much moral anxiety among our elders. I don’t remember much from this sex seminar, except that we were ordered to feel our testicles once every two weeks. To demonstrate this, an unconvincing replica of a scrotal sac was passed around, with fondling instructions. Our teacher appeared to shrivel.… Seguir leyendo »
Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi
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There was a time, only a few years ago now, when I prided myself as a host of parties — soirees, as some plummy guests called them. Before one such gathering, I was asked: “Are you having another sorry this week?” Rather than correct my guest’s French, I simply furnished the time, and the usual address: my sparse studio in the north Mumbai enclave of Juhu, overlooking a pond and a parking lot dotted with identically hooded black and yellow rickshaws.
This was to be a Sunday brunch, for an artist from Delhi. Around 30 guests appeared, a miscellany of writers, socialites, artists, publishers, venture capitalists and tag-along out-of-towners.… Seguir leyendo »
Back in 2003, when I lived in a small, liberal California town near Berkeley, the prospect of George W. Bush’s re-election filled my neighbors and me with palpable dread. At our annual block party some of us facetiously repeated things he’d said, Bushisms like “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.” What we really meant was that we could not coexist with Bush, peacefully or otherwise.
By then I’d spent a few years in America, and the possibility of returning home, to India, flooded me with an exit-clause relief my American neighbors at the block party might only dream about.… Seguir leyendo »