I really hit the jackpot with the title this time didn’t I? So there I was, with a whole free weekend ahead of me, in a huge city, typing out my options on a Microsoft Word sheet. Where shall I go tomorrow to take some epic pictures?! After much debate with myself over whether I [...]

So there I was minding my own business at a neat little understated coffee shop in Connaught Place, a busy hub in Delhi – when all of a sudden, who should come sit quite self righteously before me! A monkey with a tiny biscuit in its hand! I promptly decided to name him Mister Bobblybop. Me: Awwww hewwo you wittle ...

Everyone talks about the freedom to wear what you want to wear. Recently we had the Slut Walk in Delhi where people protested against sexual harassment – and against people who use the woman’s skimpy clothing as an excuse to harass or sexually attack her, as in ‘oh she was dressed like a slut, she deserved it!’ And so no ...

I’m not being a very social butterfly here, man. I guess it’s because it’s new territory and I take time to get close to new people. But I don’t think it’s helping my image! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a loner at college, far from it. In fact it’s quite impossible as an option what with my Foreigner Status. ...

I’m really getting out of touch with this blogging business no? It’s like bloggers block ’cause I’ve been getting into other types of writing lately, poetry and essays and all that jazz. Oh well. It’ll come back soon enough. Till then let me just update you on a few things. Firstly, I am cooking like a boss. Shit, I never ...

a saleslady at the market I learnt to make shaahee paneer!

So there I was, looking out the window as the Boeing 757 lifted off the ground and started flying towards India. I saw a brown-green Puttalam travel backwards from under us as the plane rose at awesome speed. I was leaving home! I was strangely casual about it even then, still don’t know what that’s about. Shouldn’t I be like ...

I was up at the ungodly hour of 6am to visit a school for a presentation about bus pervs and how everyone should kick them in the balls (that’s a story for another day), and came home to pass out in a heap of exhaustion at around noon. Had one of those awfully long naps you wake up from like ...

So I went over to my friend’s place today, I’ve known her since ninth grade, and now she’s married and has a three month old baby. It feels like just the other day when we used to drink Milo and play Kings (the trampling game) outside our school tuckshop, and here I was, looking at this pudgy little alien being ...