Review: Gully Boy

Gully Boy is Zoya Akhtar’s new film about a young Indian boy that dreams of becoming a rapper. The story unleashes an unromanticised and unapologetic version of Mumbai on to the audience that is really hard not to be intrigued by. The story has captivating dialogues and a beautiful yet extremely relatable love story beingContinue reading “Review: Gully Boy”

Protect our privilege

I’m part of a generation that basks in anarchy, whilst the society proudly regresses in a way that can sometimes feel like that the right side of history is yet to come.    Especially when recent political voices have managed to relaunch the remaining racists in the world as ‘very fine people’ and blurred thatContinue reading “Protect our privilege”

Graduate Life: The Meeting that Encouraged me to Re-evaluate

Sometimes, do you ever commit to something even though you know it’s going to be shit? But the pessimist and the idealist inside you are curious to see how everything plays out. Like how shit will this actually be? Will it exceed my expectations, will it not? I’m intrigued. Intrigued enough to wake up atContinue reading “Graduate Life: The Meeting that Encouraged me to Re-evaluate”

When In Prague

The problem with being the dramatic one in your friendship group is that when you are really, throwing-your-guts-up ill, they think you are being dramatic.  My projectile vomiting began on last Thursday at 10pm, Prague time. My friends and I were walking home after dinner on cobbled streets that were making me question if IContinue reading “When In Prague”

Send Help: Is there a Psychopath Living Next Door?

‘I’m just going to ask him not to come. Like not ask, I’m going to tell him…he invited himself, like the fuck was I supposed to say?’  ‘I mean if you don’t ask you don’t get.’ ‘I feel like, in this situation, if I ask then all I’m going to get is animosity.’ Autumn andContinue reading “Send Help: Is there a Psychopath Living Next Door?”

Spider-gate: That time we became a spider’s bait

Saturday morning, the problem had arrived. An eight-legged monster had scuttled into our home and declared war on its residences; making Saturday a dark day because the spider won. After the incident drastic measures were taken; the girls I live with began to pee in packs and before showering a text would be circulated aroundContinue reading “Spider-gate: That time we became a spider’s bait”