Category Archives: epoche

Print and shoot

Posted on November 5, 2013 by subincontinentia

The Science Museum in London’s South Kensington has changed a lot since 1986. Cool interactive exhibits show you how you’ll look 10, 20, 30 years from now. (I declined). You can see what you would look like or sound like … Continue reading →

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Smelling the pickles

Posted on November 4, 2013 by subincontinentia

The drunken Turk mirrored my movements as I leaned first to the left and then the right, trying to avoid him as he approached. But he had me in some kind of arak-soaked-force-field. Before I knew it his substantially muscled … Continue reading →

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Madrasa of the mind

Posted on October 28, 2013 by subincontinentia

I performed a rapid assessment analysis of my fellow bus passengers as Doha international terminal receded through the rear window. Just in case we miraculously survived a plane crash and got stranded on a desert island, I would naturally need … Continue reading →

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Cloudburst – drenched in euphemism

Posted on August 23, 2013 by subincontinentia

The retired Major lifted his scotch to his moustache with a sober pause. It was July 2013, just a few weeks after the terrible floods in Uttarakhand; the worse national disaster India had endured since the 2004 Tsunami, and the subject … Continue reading →

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Wrestling Oysters

Posted on June 12, 2013 by subincontinentia

It began with a hearing glitch. “Are you resting on those stairs?” Siddhartha had come over for lunch that day. Had been winded by the time he’d reached my door. He was referring to the four flights of concrete steps … Continue reading →

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The difference an age makes

Posted on May 26, 2013 by subincontinentia

You’re in your early 20’s sitting with friends, having lunch in a gastro pub somewhere along the Thames River. Swans are idling by. The chardonnay is flowing. You’re in the middle of a funny story. You have everyone’s attention. A … Continue reading →

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The joys of the communication gap

Posted on May 19, 2013 by subincontinentia

The auto rickshaw driver pulled up outside my guesthouse in Hauz Khaus. I had to be in Majnu Katilla in just over an hour to catch the bus up to Dharamsala. I was cutting it fine, getting through Delhi rush hour … Continue reading →

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Way of the ninja….yeah, right

Posted on May 17, 2013 by subincontinentia

Recently, people have been introducing me like this. ‘Oh, Shuili, this is Rebecca. She doesn’t have AC’. To which Shuili will reply, ‘Really? How do you manage?’ Then she’ll look at me with slightly narrowed eyes, like I’m some rare … Continue reading →

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The danger game

Posted on May 13, 2013 by subincontinentia

They sent out a couple of drones at first, hovering inches from my nose, casually racking up data in their tiny sensor fields. Elegant things, the colour of mandarins. Their torsos and abdomens joined by a single cellular thread. Then … Continue reading →

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Funeral crasher

Posted on March 30, 2013 by subincontinentia

“Do you have a camera?” The question–barked more than asked –came from a lanky young man in an Orioles baseball cap and a tee-shirt with the words ‘Hot Lover’ splashed across the front. I’d been aimlessly wandering the back streets … Continue reading →

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