Alice liked her little box Cosy, comfy, cushions, quaint She sat up there in dress and socks And all day sit and paint Her thoughts would spill onto the walls In shades and shapes and sound People, animals, birds and bees And all sorts of things profound Outside the box was dangerous things She’d seen in her picture-books Brown buildings ...

Me and two Indian friends, who shall be hereforth referred to aptly as Sergeant Crackpot and Diva, decided to go to an amusement park in Delhi called Adventure Island this weekend. The place, in Rithala, claims to have imported stuff from the same people who supply rides to Disneyworld and Universal. It’s got about 26 rides in total, and the ...

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 ...

Yep. Hugs aren’t always for free anymore… ‘Maids’ in a ‘maid-cafe’ depicted in an anime (Japanese cartoon) Click here to read more.  (Yeah I’ve gotta keep link-baiting you guys because the connectivity on Blogger sucks that bad.)

I talked to my mum a month ago about the time I almost lost my leg and realized that surprisingly, I hadn’t talked to her about it before! She narrated to me the whole story and I thought it was a cool one to share around the water-cooler. And it was pretty unnerving to come face to face with the ...

So this is one of those rare moments I blog about something serious. Cue gasp. The face-cover, also known as the Niqab in Arabic, has been the subject of so much controversial talk world-over, first gaining fame for heated discussion in Middle Eastern countries. Is it oppressive? Is it a matter of freedom of choice? Is it necessary at all? ...

So this week, on vacation, I challenged myself to learn to ride the bicycle. Yes, I can’t ride a bicycle. Laugh it up, bitch. I think I tried it out when I was about 8, but I fell off. It was brutal. Naturally I shunned the contraption forever, and rode my tricycle around instead.. till that got too weird, socially. ...

Remember this self-righteous little post I made about leaving Facebook and its trivialities behind in a huff to do bigger and better things with my time? Well I meant every word of it OK. At the time. But after my vacation in Sri Lanka last December – during which I returned to FB shortly to easily get in touch with ...

I will confess, the being referred to in the title above has often been a subject of discussion on my blog — and this is evidence of my fascination with the Godaya and its habits and customs, purely on the basis of scientific observation. Just to clarify, I use the word Godaya, loosely. Within the context of my dramatic ranting, ...

I love Liam Neeson. Ever since Taken, he has become Hollywood’s Rajinikanth. A still from Taken 2 and totally not a picture of Rajinikanth edited using Paint Click here to read more. 

I wanna get back in the habit of writing creatively on a regular basis! Not that I don’t write enough as it is – since it’s a given now that I study literature and work for an Indian magazine – but I remember when I used to just sit, and write spontaneously, for no purpose. Like musings and poetry about ...

The sun beat down hard on my brow. 48 hours to go of this hell. I mentally checked my supplies. Three eggs Six slices of bread Some butter Some frozen packeted stuff Bottle of chillie paste An old toffee I found in my wallet whose expiry date I couldn’t find on the cover… do toffees have expiry dates? I’ve never ...

Ahhh here! Where? Just wait OK. Wait for what? For lies don’t talk. I’m not lying. Ah truly? What do you mean? Nothing, just wait. What am I waiting for? I’m confused now! Very good for you. Confusion is good for me? Idiot you are a! Your sentence structure is all off. You only! I’m only what? Head pot. Huh? ...

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I’ve realized, recently, after having spent a lot of time with my species (aka females… I live with eight of them) – that girls do some ridiculous things to themselves… Click here to read more.

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 [...]

Recently, while online, the sibling suddenly pops up on chat and says “We’re selling the house!” Overcome with surprise and an unexpected sense of outrage I call the mother and say, WHAT! And she says they’re considering it, because the house is old and beginning to crack, but the decision hasn’t been made yet. Selling the house! I never properly ...

This is in response to the call for entries for the Young Feminist Blogathon; thanks for the link, Hanim. ‘Feminist activist’! The term sounds absolutely intimidating. Actually, I had no intention of turning into a feminist activist per se when I started out, but I started getting called one so I suppose there must be some truth to it. About ...

A poster was published some days ago on Facebook, with words on it that wrenched a tear of joy to my eye. I had been dreaming of this day all my life. Pay 150 rupees. And eat ALL THE ICE CREAM YOU WANT. Dear god. So there I was with a party of seven at the Majestic City food court ...

A coupla centuries after white Britain bitch-slapped Asia around a few times and were all ‘you guys suck, and we’re awesome, nyaaa!’ (this is how I paraphrase colonization) – everyone’s still crazy about wanting to LOOK WHITE. I’m not even exaggerating when I say ‘look white’ – literally, they want their naturally brown skin, to be the literal shade of ...