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My Friend Sancho
My first novel, My Friend Sancho, is now on the stands across India. It is a contemporary love story set in Mumbai, and was longlisted for the Man Asian Literary Prize 2008. To learn more about the book, click here.
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Recent entries
BBC informs us that scientists have now found a way to genetically engineer glowing sperms so they can “track…
My friend Rahul Bhatia has a fine story in Open about Dibakar Banerjee’s experience with the censor board during…
Here’s the WTF headline of the day: Woman co-pilot lands jet solo If that was a man, this wouldn’t…
Via Ta-Nehisi Coates, I came across this beautiful poem named “Dear Augusta,” by Reginald Dwayne Betts. Check it out—and…
Speaking about his new film Shaapit, Vikram Bhatt says: I did some research and a very important fact emerged.…
08 April, 2007
Sari vs Salwar Kameez
Right now, it’s 1-0 to Sari. The Times of India tells us about a young lady in Patna who was caught cheating in her exams in rather unusual circumstances:
Answers to different probable questions were written in fine handwriting on the pleats and borders of the sari worn by the examinee.
I can imagine the lady in question not finding an answer she is sure she has written down, and unwrapping her sari furiously as she looks for it. Time is running out, answer is elusive, sari unwraps. Petticoat emerges. Everyone else fails.
Anyway, you know the score. And yes, I know salwars have pleats too, especially them volumnious Patiala thingies, but there are logistical issues, as a kameez or kurta or kurti hides them, and you need to lift that out of the way before you can stare nonchalantly at your lap. Most complicated.
And what about the guys? I suggest they study.
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