When our female Speaker of Parliament last year made those infamous comments on women aggravating their husbands to the point of them loosing it and becoming violent, I recall the backlash from feminist organisations and individuals, and the fiery debates on social media forums. I also recall how I didn’t really deem anything wrong with the Speaker’s comments at that time Continue reading
I signed off last year on the blog with wishes of a ‘bindaas’ 2016. Bindaas, a Hindi (Mumbaiya actually) slang roughly means without any hesitations. Carefree. With reckless abandon. And by God, did I have a bindaas year.
It’s been a rough year. A stop-go kind of one. One where schedules didn’t work and plans had to be improvised from month to month. A year where you just simply did. 2016 didn’t give much time for brainstorming or coming up with any action plans. You just did what you had to do and there was no Continue reading
Around New Year’s Eve, there are 2 kinds of people. One who excitedly embrace and get swept in the New-Year-New-Me-Yay frenzy and the other who roll their eyes at the resolutions popping on their timelines because Continue reading
It was either Technical Drawing or Home Economics. I chose Technical Drawing and like most things in high school, I sucked at it. My lines were wobbly, my text never straight and my circles despite the sharp Staedtler compass set never perfect.
When we were past drawing squares and circles, we came to a unit called Perspective Drawings. And for the life of me then, I could never understand why the heck they made us draw the same bloody thing like 3 times. In an isometric view then in a 2-point dimension and then Continue reading
A time when I wore ribbons in my hair and had braces on my teeth, ‘smart’ people used to be the ones who’d always have their noses stuck in some book. Stereotypically the studious types. Nerds they were called. These days it’s rather your smartphone that’ll give you a smart status. The later version you carry, the smarter you are. Pull out a basic mobile in public and you’ll be pushed down the social hierarchy so fast that any bit of smartness you might’ve had left, will be sucked out on your way down! Continue reading
I’ve always been a bit of a mover. It’s difficult for me to live in a predictable surrounding for an extended period of time. While to many familiarity is a comfort, I tend to start feeling suffocated if the status quo doesn’t change on regular basis. Three to four times a year, I re-arrange my apartment. It’s not a pre-determined thing. It comes on all of a sudden. Something would trigger it off and I would be shifting furniture in the middle of the night. Continue reading
Life’s a bit like the baggage carousel at airports. And think of us as the duffle bags, the suitcases, the backpacks, the fugly cartons and parcels all rotating on the conveyor belt, slightly squashed and then getting more comfortable with each round in our tiny areas. Sometimes we get lost, delayed or damaged on the journey but we always end up on the conveyor belt till someone picks us up and takes us onto the next one. You’ll notice that once in a while a bag falls off and bounces slightly away from the carousel? Continue reading
What I didn’t anticipate when tweeting this some time back is that one of those tricks was going to work and that I’d be home for Diwali!
My mother is using every trick in the book to convince me to cut my travels short. The best one yet is she’ll finance the next one! #Travel
— Prachar with Sharon (@MaharishiSharon) August 27, 2013
I recall a date during my university years. We decided to have coffee in the cafe downstairs. As we approached the escalators, the guy gallantly swept aside and said “after you…” I must have given him the right measure of a glare because he scuttled right ahead. That should have been enough but nope I also gave him one of my ‘talks’ while we had coffee. Needless to say but we didn’t have more dates. I practically grew up on construction sites and for the last 12 years Continue reading
I’m a very tit-for-tat person. Everything received must be paid back in twofolds. Heaven forbid if someone does anything nice for me, it will be an agonizing time for me and the people around me as I try to analyze and calculate exactly whyyy they had done that and how I could pay them back. I know I know…but its the way I am and I did promise to keep it real on this blog!
So imagine the state of my brain when a family acquaintance from London messaged me for my address in Istanbul so that she could post out some Indian spices for me. Continue reading