Batman: The Killing Joke is one of those comic books that needs no introduction.
As one of the most iconic stories involving the Joker, Killing Joke has a massive influence on the character’s portrayal in modern times.
But I’m not here to wax poetics about how good Killing Joke is. It doesn’t need to be shilled any further.
I’m just going to complain about how some people out there dare to have different opinions than me.
Continue reading “Killing Joke: People Missing What ‘One Bad Day’ Means”
I hate doing Yoga. I really, really hate it. Stretching I’ll do, flexibility exercises. I will do it. Pilates is fine. But something about doing Yoga—even if it involved doing the same thing I had already been doing, feels like a chore. I am probably the only one in my friend group to not fall into the irresistible charm of Yoga With Adriene.
Continue reading “Wanting to Be Into Things I am Not Into”My love affair with food started with a small hole-in-the-wall momo joint in Pokhara. It has been years since I have eaten there and the place has long since closed but whenever I think of Pokhara, my mind automatically skips past Machapuchre or the Phewa Lake and goes towards the delicious momo and the blisteringly hot soup from that place. It is just one of the many examples, along with the saccharine sweet tea from my village, chola samosa from Nepalganj, machha fry from Malekhu, of the way I remember and understand places through their food.
