Aekta Kapoor’s monthly column
Faced with Covid in my own close family, I too, like many others, descended into the hell of uncertainty, fear, helplessness, desperation and panic. These 3 mantras gave me strength.
One morning, waiting for her turn in a crowded ophthalmologist’s office amidst all the noise and mayhem, Aekta Kapoor had an opening of the eyes.
The internet has democratised accessibility and opportunity between genders, classes and age groups in India. It is the antithesis of patriarchy, writes Aekta Kapoor.
What is adventure? Can it be as much about going outwards as going within?
Grief is a lonely place. Here are five tried-and-tested ways to heal from the pain and sense of loss.
Energy is neither created nor destroyed; the universe is always whole.
The relationship between journalists and public-relations professionals needs re-negotiation in the age of independent niche publications.
Growth and progress are as simple (or difficult) as a game of hopscotch.
The lockdown had exposed a crack in an ordinary Indian woman’s marriage. Here’s how she fixed it.
The lockdown exposes a crack in an Indian marriage. Will it be filled with anger or love?
Being confused with THE Ekta Kapoor on social media has been something of an amusement all these years. But this time, things have become nasty.
It’s a travesty of justice when tasks that no one would opt for are thrust on one section of the population who are gaslighted into believing it is their ‘duty’.
The coronavirus lockdown led Aekta Kapoor to confront the psychological demons from her past.
A time for babies.
It could be a scene anywhere in India – in swish gated neighbourhoods in Delhi or Mumbai, or a palatial bungalow in Bhopal or Lucknow.
It’s a day to love myself a little bit – a day to say ‘I love you’ to myself a hundred times.
The greatest gift we can give our kids is to be happy ourselves, writes Aekta Kapoor.
Give women education and political empowerment, instead.
Majoritarianism is unjust and inhumane.
The true bhakta does not need an identity card, a religion, a caste, a place of birth, a parent, weapons of lathis and tear gas, or a cancerous government that devours its own citizens.
