How is Sex Determined?

Originally posted here. Take a second to consider the following question. A baby is born but who or what decides its sex? Is it mere chance or do external factors play some kind of role? Perhaps it depends on the kind of juice the mother’s been drinking? Or perhaps the father’s mood has a role…

The Matilda Effect

Originally posted here. A Tribute to All the Forgotten Women Women have been subjected to discrimination throughout the ages in nearly all walks of life and in this respect, science is no different. While looking for women scientists to write about, I came across an astounding number of names – names of women that barely…

Food for Thought

For nearly a year now, I’ve been living on my own. It’s been a year of discovering how to be an adult – a relatively bewildering and strange lifestyle to get used to. I suppose the evolution is nearing completion because I now have a favorite grocery store branch, with the aisles memorized and I…

Pis-sing All Over Brussels

Recently, I’d been to Brussels. It’s the first time I’ve traveled alone and also the first country I’ve been to without my parents. The plan was to catch a bus at dawn, explore the city all day and catch a bus back at night. Before I’d left, I checked out all the tourist attractions and…

Hearing the Dhak, All the Way From Amsterdam

I’ve always wanted to write a post about Pujo and just how much it means to me but I’ve never gotten around to it. But this year, things are rather different and somehow I’m more driven. Growing up outside Bengal has meant visiting Pujos in various places where it obviously isn’t the main festival. I’ll…

I Miss Bangalore Traffic

I’ve been in Amsterdam for nearly half a month now and I suppose I’m finally beginning to settle in a bit. The city is absolutely beautiful, perhaps a little better than I’d imagined. There’s art in every corner, the people are very friendly and I’m doing the course that was my first choice. Life is…

Freedom in Colours

She was trembling as she stepped out of the room, half her face and her head covered by her sari. No more than seventeen years of age, she was getting married to a man her parents had chosen for her. He was six years her senior, she was told and he was a teacher at…

The Sound of Ma

When Baba came home one day to tell us that Didi and I were going to Calcutta to visit Mama, I was elated. We had never been there before and from what Khokon, our next door neighbor, had told us at playtime, it was a big city with trams and double-decker buses everywhere. He painted…

After All This Time

Last December, my parents and I toured Rajasthan. We stayed in about eight hotels in just ten days, covering a distance of at least 2000 km by road. In the end, needless to say, we were exhausted but it was most definitely worth the entire effort. Rajasthan, has become one of my favorite states in…

Tides of Yearning 

How long are you going to take, before the wounds heal? How long until you peel off the half-formed scab and pierce it anew?  The tides come and the tides go, just as the people come and the people go. But would it be too much to ask for, just once, to hold onto a…

The Science Behind Some Coincidences

Coincidences happen everyday and moreover, a day without anything unusual happening is an unusual day in itself. So why do coincidences occur at all and do they have some kind of special message? In this article, I’m going to explore the science behind coincidences and also talk about a couple of examples. For starters, there…

H U M A N

  It’s in the whispers of the wind that blows through your hair, It’s in every star that sweeps down on you in your sleep. It’s in the endless dreams of our rambling mind, And in every wish we wish with all our hearts. ~ It’s bound to our souls as it colours it with…

Amidst Coffee Stained Tears

Here we are, blaming our past for our present We’re sitting around fires and exchanging stories that make us cry What’s tragic is how we don’t blink, we’re never hesitant We share these stories with new people with tears that have run dry. We make ourselves sound like victims of some kind of war We…

Bangalore: Dripping Red & Blazing Yellow

It’s nearly 9 pm and I would really rather be home right now but I’m writing this while being stuck at a friend’s place for the night. It’s annoying, yes. But people have it much worse than I do so I’ll spare you my rant of having to walk four kilometers in the rain (oops). …

Eyes

Disclaimer: This was written from a purely neutral and fictional point of view, not intended to hurt anybody’s sentiments at all.  My bare crossed ankles rested on the ledge of the balcony as I half-lay propped up on the armchair, holding a cigarette in one hand while flipping through a brochure. The balcony overlooked the…

A Tumult of Joy (Part- I)

As far as he was concerned, there was a lot of noise around him. The noise was intense enough for him to doubt his own brain. Just when he thought it was getting unbearable, it suddenly stopped. The sudden silence made him slightly uncomfortable but he didn’t dare complain anymore. Why did it all have…

One Last Time

As she settled down on the couch with a salad, she began flipping through the channels. Eventually, she stretched out a bit and before she knew it, her tired body was fast asleep. Her husband wouldn’t be home for at least another five hours and the empty house resounded with her soft shallow breathing. When…

Dear Christ University, I Cannot Fly

Dear Christ University and all your wondrous glamour, I cannot fly. I write this as an exceptionally annoyed 2nd year BSc student of your esteemed college who is falling behind on your lovely 85% attendance idea as you were so kind to not declare a holiday when the entire city was in a state of…

She Never Left The Memories – based on a true story

The old independent house reeked of memories, as did the only living member of it. Ages had passed, black had turned to gray and photographs had only been added to the peeling walls. But this was home and this was all she knew. As she limped through the house, every corner held a special place…

Chase the Universe

  When the darkness comes to shroud you, it’s alright to cry. It’s alright to cling on to pieces of yourself and howl and refuse to let go. After your body stops convulsing from the pain, look up and you will see a sky full of stars in the dark skies. Then the skies will…