Volcanic Ash and A Friendship![]() "Every day, after lunch, Cauvery would tell me about Ireland... Sometimes, she volunteered publishing tips, words of wisdom, and names of useful contacts." EGO contributor Sweta Srivastava Vikram's personal essay recounts the blossoming of a friendship under the watch of a volcanic ash cloud. View |
ChatterboxThis literary-prose style non-fiction by Shubha Balasubramanyam is based on her experiences as a North American born Indian, working in Gujarat during the time of the 2002 Muslim-Hindu riots. She has previously had fiction published in Clean Sheets online magazine and works for WNYC. View |
Forget Islam![]() Sareeta Amrute tries to make sense of, to find closure after the Mumbai attacks. By putting aside the question of religion, we might begin to make sense of this carnage in Mumbai in a way that unites rather than divides, in a way that looks beyond ideologies towards a common set of complaints and constraints on life that affect people across the subcontinent. View |
Reva SethReva Seth wears many hats - strategic communications, policy, research and writing. Her book, First Comes Marriage - Modern Advice from the Wisdom of Arranged Marriages examines "the Western model of life and especially love and how it can learn a great deal from the arranged marriage approach to relationships". View |
Oh IndiaProfessor Barbara Foster, shares something rather delicious set in India. It's spicy ingredients are a personal quest in India, a fabulous bookseller, a lost tome, a sexy and mysterious guide, and of course the sometimes easily taken-in but very adventurous narrator. And let's not forget the tantric sex! View |
To Have No Breasts![]() Breast ironing is the attempt to make young girls developing breasts disappear or suppress their development through the pounding, flattening, and messaging of their adolescent breasts with hot objects such as wooden pestles, hammers, spatulas, bananas and coconut shells that are heated over coals. View |
Five Years Later"I set foot on Bengali soil after half a decade on 25th March 2003 at 6:35 am. I breathed in the morning air, fresh as only Calcutta air can be. And that is when the first of the many unforgettable episodes began to unravel...". Rituparna Chatterjee chronicles her journey to the city of her birth, Calcutta. View |
The Things I CarryBefore job interviews I always negotiate with my chest. While a woman asks me where I want to be in five years I look out her window at the invisible stars hiding behind bulbous clouds and daylight, but she’s still in my peripheral vision. A short personal essay by Adrienne View |
Vibrational PregnancyDeepti Datt runs AXiRVAAD, her restaurant and art gallery in Goa (which the New York Times cites as “legendary”), and writes and produces for television.“I’m a hustler, baby!” She is currently heading up the Events portfolio for Conde Nast in India and the launch of Vogue magazine in the country. This is also her EGO debut. View |
Chasing DreamsThe taxis of New York City are, in some ways, an American institution. They are the fastest way to get around in the fastest city in the world, and they, much like the city, are in constant motion – relentlessly hustling for fares in a town that prides itself on hustling with the best of them. Mo Khan examines the life of the desi cabbie. View |


