Empty roads, take us home

The streets of Bandra are empty this Sunday evening. A vehicle passes us by on Hill Road every thirty seconds at most. It is possible to walk in the middle of the road right now. I look at you. You’re equally puzzled.“The roads are so empty.”“Its a Sunday evening.”“This makes no sense.” I continue to

Football in the nets

“Pass! Pass!! Pass!!!” I stopped my run (read, slow jog) and took in the scene. In the middle of this dump someone had gone ahead and made a football pitch.

The stand-off

Sherman wanted to play. Bozo gave him the eye.

Zoom baraabar zoom – III

Questions streamed across the screen. It took me a while to understand these questions across the screen were part of an online poll they were conducting right in the middle of the play! I found this so shocking that it took me a while to see the ‘SKIP’ button on top.

Zoom baraabar zoom – II

Theatre in the time of Zoom.

Zoom baraabar zoom – I

D – R – A – M – A .

The word slowly percolated through my ears, gained momentum enroute to the brain till it hit my forehead with a bang.