| Recent Features and Essays by Mridu Khullar One Night in Accra (TIME, April 7, 2008)
Locals tell you how to stay cool in Ghana's equatorial capital. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available)
Pre-Wedding Detectives (Asian Woman, April 2008)
Venue? Check. Lehnga? Check. Jewellery? Check. Wedding cards? Check. Flower arrangements? Check. Detectives? Check that, too. AW investigates the latest trend in Indian Weddings.
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He's Not an Alcoholic (Voices of Alcoholism, April 2008)
From the back cover: "Voices of Alcoholism is filled with heartfelt stories of hope and self-discovery by people personally touched by the disease: friends, family members, caregivers and the alcoholics themselves." Reprint rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) No Men Allowed (Trains, January 2008)
The ladies-only train is a unique space. It is a market and a restaurant. It is the counselor's leather sofa. It is the movie without the ticket, the therapy without the bill. Women from all walks of life--rich and poor, religious and athiest, the burkha-clad housewife and the skirt-wearing college student-- share the feeling of security in this women-only space. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Adeel Halim (Available) The World on Wheels (ELLE, October 2007) It's the same instinct of "feeling right" that drove Line, 48, to get up one September morning last year, dress in black jeans and a blue jumper, strap on her bags, and leave her home in Norway on a bicycle, to start a soul-searching journey through Europe and Asia. Over the past nine months, Line has cycled 8,600 kilometers through almost 15 countries, including Norway, Sweden, Poland, Hungary, Bulgaria, Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, India and Nepal. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Jon Brown (Available) Love and the Little Green Man (Parade, August 2007) One woman in a long-distance romance learns that all relationships are an exercise in patience. Reprint Rights: Not Available In India, Parents of Brides-to-be Hire Sleuths (Women's eNews, August 2007) Even in a rapidly developing India, arranged marriages remain popular. These days, brides and grooms often match up online and the first people in the screening process may be professional detectives, not parents. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Performing in the Dark (ELLE, July 2007) Earning little more than Rs. 100 per show, they perform in small theatres, villages, local parks, even on the roadside. Their movements are perfectly coordinated, their dramatically delivered dialogues impressive. And it's only when you see the ropes placed strategically around the stage to demarcate the boundaries that you begin to question, that you look closer and realize-- almost all the performers in the troupe of Anyadesh are blind. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Fredrik Renander (Available)
Marriage Bureau Specializes in India's HIV Widows (Women's eNews, June 2007) Indian women often lose social standing and ties when their husbands die. But if widows are HIV-positive the stigma and isolation can be extreme. For the past few years, however, a marriage bureau in Gujarat helps some find new spouses. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Culturally Incorrect (Sasee, Apr 2007) "The girls were somewhat amused and somewhat offended that women who sported nose rings and four earrings in each ear would judge them for having belly-button piercings. To them, it seemed hypocritical. "For these traditional Indian women, things were much simpler. If it wasn't for religion or tradition, it was unacceptable." Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Stitching up the Past (Marie Claire, Feb 2007) Now, you can restitch your hymen and get revirginated for Rs 30,000 – even less. As girls 'fix' chastity, the question we must ask is whether a redone hymen is evidence of sexual morality or personal dishonesty? A Marie Claire report on the hypocrisy behind virginity. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Fairer Sex, Fairer Deal (ELLE, Feb 2007) In a country where men mostly dominate society and the workplace, it can generally be difficult or even unsafe for women to negotiate their way through life and a livelihood. However, Mridu Khullar finds an increasing tribe of inspiring and empowering women-only ventures Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Living in Exile (ELLE, Oct 2006) Walking down the busy Temple Road each morning, I'm greeted with familiar friendly faces-- monks going to or coming from their daily walks around the temple, shop owners setting up makeshift stalls on the side of the street, tourists sipping on their morning tea in small cafés, and little children on their way to school. In fact, so normal is the daily life of the people in McLeod Ganj, that it's easy to forget that this quaint little town in the Himalayas is at the centre of a freedom struggle. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Crystal Street (Available)
Out of the Shadows (ELLE, Aug 2006) While we're becoming more modern and advanced as a nation, when it comes to family, marriage and making our own decisions, we like to think we're being true to our "Indian culture." In the name of this culture however, we restrict ourselves and our loved ones, and follow the path chosen by society, not the one chosen by our hearts. Reprint Rights: Available Storytelling as Art in Indian Puppetry (World & I, Aug 2006)
It may be an art in need of support, but puppetry isn't about to die out anytime soon. In fact, if anything, people are rediscovering their love for this fascinating art. And with the Indian adaptation of Sesame Street to hit television screens sometime soon, some might say, modern puppetry is just about finding its place in the heart of Indian audiences. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Adam Huggins (Available) Picking Up the Pieces: One Year After the Tsunami (World & I, Feb 2006)
Tens of thousands of lives lost. Many millions more rendered homeless. Thousands of families cramped into temporary shelters that were built to house survivors for a brief period. While the state and central governments may have declared the relief phase over, and the state machinery has entered into the rehabilitation mode of operation, people continue to live like refugees. In most places, the land for construction of permanent houses for survivors of the South Asian tsunami has yet to be identified, and there is little hope in the eyes of people who have lost homes, families and livelihoods that they will be able to call anything but these windowless blocks of land home again. This is India, one year later. Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Photos by Adam Huggins (Available) CE Designers: The Brains Behind the Designs
There are the artists. There are the engineers. And then there are the gadget designers. While artists usually focus on beauty and engineers usually focus on functionality, it's the gadget designers who combine the two to come up with the best of both worlds. We got into the heads of consumer electronics designers of some top companies to see how they come up with their creations. Reprint Rights: Not Available Clueless "For him, it was a popularity game. The one with the most girlfriends wins. Me, I don't work like that. I wanted exclusivity. In the end, we finished where we started-- detesting each other's guts. "I fell in love with him because he was the most popular guy in school. I snapped out of it for pretty much the same reason." Reprint Rights: Text by Mridu Khullar (Available) Lakeside Lovers "My last boyfriend wore leather jackets and sleeveless t-shirts. He tattooed a scorpion on his arm and rode a bike with another one painted on it. This one would look like a fool in that kind of apparel and a misfit on a bike. He was the kind I'd like to introduce to my parents, the kind I'd like to take home and spend a quiet evening with."
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I grabbed my coat, begged dad to loan me his car, and drove as fast as I could to college. As I anxiously walked through the gates, an emptiness in my stomach warned me of what was to come. I pushed along the crowded corridor to stand by the group of students eager to find out how they had fared. A glimpse of the notice board made my heart sink. The worst had happened. I had failed. Reprint Rights:
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