When I was living in Vittalwadi, Narayanguda, at the corner of our street, was a large tree. It still exists. Under that tree, was an istri-shop (laundry). Each day, while going to school, and on my way back, I used to pass that shop. Either the owner, or his wife or one of his sons would be busy ironing their customer’s clothes. There would be heaps of clothes thrown around in disarray, alongside stacks of ironed clothes ready to deliver. At the edge of the shop, would be burnt ashes of the coal that went into the heavy iron box…


(This was my first short story that ever got published — in Women’s Era magazine in 2010)

Pratap Bharadwaj was a name that had been making rounds in the Metro Club for about five months now. Every day, people would gather at the club and discuss the clothes that he wore, his collection of Rolex watches, his Bentley, his diamond cuff links, his perfumes, his style; well almost everything about him. The chairman of the Metro Club always escorted him whenever he arrived at the club. There was something mysterious about him that everyone in Metro Club wanted to know…


A group of left-leaning people come together to make a web series with generously interspersed scenes that are considered Hinduphobic and openly mock Hindu customs, rituals, traditions and sometimes also bring in some anti-government flavor into the mix. And in an almost unfailing way, the right wing reacts to it by condemning it, trending a hashtag, an article or two on OpIndia and some obscure lawyer or an MLA filing an FIR and/or a PIL in a court somewhere. And then, nothing happens. This has now become a repetitive. …


In the 1980s and 90s or the golden pre-internet era, an enemy meant someone you don’t agree with. And you had one or two of those at the most. And it’s probably because of a real disagreement over something critical— like a woman, or property, or some historical disagreement over one or the other thing of value.

The internet was still an amazing place until it was switched on only for porn and other such carnal pleasures. Or maybe messaging a stranger in a chat room. Then came Orkut — this is where hate began to normalize. There were communities…


In Hyderabad, there’s a cinema theater which is also an architectural wonder, called Shiva Shakti 70mm. It is the only theater I have been to, where the balcony, which is way too high, is cheaper than dress circle. I have seen over a hundred films there ranging from Jeans, Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, Karan Arjun, Preminchukundam Ra, Nuvvastanante Nenoddantana, to Nagarjuna’s Don. And even Shubhalagnam. This theater has a watchman who had become familiar over the years. One day, I can’t recall for which film, I was a little too early for the show . The gate was closed. Also…


The other I was chatting with a friend about the recent Steve Carell SNL episode where Andy, Pam and Erin appeared and asked Michael for an Office reboot. It was a beautiful segment that raised a few hopes. But I guess it’s not happening.

The Office has become an integral part of my life, especially having watched it over a dozen times from end to end. So during that discussion, I randomly typed how the first episode of the reboot season could start. I know there can always be great starts and there are obviously professional writers out there. …


World Television is at its peak. One day, I’m going to tell my grandchildren that in 2014, I was watching Breaking Bad, Mad Men, Game of Thrones, Person of Interest, House of Cards and Homeland at the same time, they are going to freak out. Watching TV over the years has not just given me an inexplicable comfort, it has also given me highs that I cannot even begin to explain. TV is love.

I was just thinking about how some of the characters have influenced my life. And I’ve gained some valuable lessons. And why not? Why should you…


I was in the ninth grade when for the first time ever, we had a ‘special class’. Special class used to be special for me, because we got to wear colored clothes instead of the school uniform. The special class lasted one hour. Twenty minutes more than the regular period at the school. Those extra minutes seemed like a lot. There was no escape.

Jump cut to 2003, during my post-graduation, each class lasted for two hours. Unimaginable. At times, we would communicate by passing around chits. There were no phones to gaze at — only the professor. Or you…


Thanks Kamal Rathi for nominating me for the 10-DAY FAVOURITE FILMS CHALLENGE. I am going to stick to Hindi films this time around (Because I’ve often failed to recogize some Indian gems).

Please note that there are many great films that exist and I fully acknowledge that. This list is of movies that I have watched at least thirty times. And that’s what I think is called ‘favorites’. So here goes.

#1: Hera Pheri (2000)

  • One of the greatest comedies of all time
  • Comedy acting equivalent of Marlon Brando in The Godfather by Shri Paresh Rawal. …


Earlier this week, an IKEA store opened in my hometown, Hyderabad, India and it attracted so many customers on day 1, that it caused a near-stampede. The videos went viral on social media. There was a photograph of a horrible traffic jam. A friend of mine confirmed that it took about four hours to get into the store. Some people took longer. And what is this hoopla for? A furniture store. I will not believe that people of Hyderabad suddenly became furniture-savvy. It was just the urge to be first at something new.

Welcome to the era where the most…

Deepak Karamungikar

Screenwriter | Novelist

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