Rekha Joly
@rekha
Rekha Joly is confident. She is what you will expect her to be, and nothing what you thought to be. She loves a good meal and spends most of her money in pursuing a hot, thick sambhar.
Swimming in Tonga with the Humpback Whales
An encounter with humpback whales at ‘Eua is a magical experience. Somehow the whales only choose Tonga to visit and mate every year.
Making room for happiness
Travel gets you out of the familiarity and the routine. And while the familiar is the warm cozy sweater which we also need, travelling gets you thinking about what else to wear.
A dummy’s handbook on Goodbyes
1. In the ingenious Malayalam movie, Kilukam, there is a dialogue that Mohanlal delivers, which is way too delicious. “Aval paranju…goodbye ennu paranju. Valare aduthupoyavarkum bandhathinte aazham nokaade evidevechum eppozhum kaikondu ingane oru goshti kanichu yaatra chodikanula oru vaakaanalo, goodbye…” Translation (the best I could do, but it is so pure in Malayalam): “She told…
Shit goes down
Cervantes said, “While we are asleep, we are all equal”. He may be right. But I genuinely have something else in mind. I say, “Nothing says we are all equal than while we are shitting”. In this whole hullabaloo of the world trying to say we are all the same, that we have the same…
I want a piece of That Fruit
There is nothing as powerful or as alluring as the Forbidden Fruit. That Adam and Eve can have everything, everything from the blue waters, enormous mountains, and peace and harmony between man and beast. They can have everything but the one fruit. It was near, and yet so far. It was like the carrot that…
The legend that still is, Kobe Bryant
“What the actual fuck are you talking about?!” I had gotten up to drink some water in the middle of the night. I switched on my data to go on Whatsapp. One of the chats was from my friend in Sacramento, US. Him: Rekha! OMG! Kobe Bryant died. My gasp was audible. I couldn’t believe…
God – More questions than prayers!
For many of us, religion is a free goodie bag that you get from the supermarket. You can live without it. You necessarily didn’t pay for it. But because you are born, society wants to give you a welcome gift, a complimentary voucher of religion. We take it under the guise of free merchandise. But…
In love with the impossibility of Us
Like all lovers, they too had a language of their own. And their love was violent. Now, she gets turned on by the smell of burnt weed or nicotine because it smells like him. The way his thirsty tongue rolls down her throat and slurps her up like soup, leaves her wanting to cling onto…
Like my grandmothers, Stubborn is my first and last name
My grandmother smells of coconut oil and Yardley talcum powder. Her hair is thinning, but she has black hair. She has never colored it. She dumps the coconut oil on her head lavishly and religiously. She wakes up early in the morning and goes for a long bath. She comes out, drapes her saree loose,…
Why are we always hungry for more?
There is a special place in hell for greed. In Dante’s Inferno, he talks about the so-called vice inhabiting the fourth circle of hell. Sinners who are gluttons, lustful, and spendthrifts end up here. In other words, all of us. Your mother always told you that you could have everything. She used to drill that…
Give me some space
I was 17 when I started living alone. I was in Bangalore for the last three years, and now, I am in Chennai. And I am a self-declared pro at finding and living in real estate. Well, the budget real estate. The cheap and the decent. The manageable places. The adjustable neighborhoods. The struggle to…
How I got comfortable with my breasts
The difference between “chest” and “breasts” is called shame. Most people, including myself, have been conditioned to call breasts chest. And by doing so, for the past how many ever years, I have denied even their existence. I would stop myself from saying that word and use “chest,” because it is more socially appropriate so…
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