I saw This is it last week. And my belief, that Michael Jackson is and will always be the greatest entertainer of all time, was reinforced. But sitting in that almost empty theatre, I was angry. Angry that not enough people in Bombay were watching this movie. [Read more]

There’s this place that I’ve been stuck in for many years now. It’s called the comfort zone.

‘The comfort zone is a behavioural state within which a person operates in an anxiety-neutral condition, using a limited set of behaviours to deliver a steady level of performance, usually without a sense of risk’ - Alasdair AK White From Comfort Zone to Performance Management. [Read more]

A Tasneem by any other name will bite your head off.

Like most people, I hate it when others distort my name. Unfortunately, my name lends itself to distortion very easily. For instance, lying in front of me at this very moment, staring at me with utmost insolence is an envelope that states, ‘To Jasneem, Hindustan Times.’ [Read more]

I love candyfloss in a jar.
The stark red, green and black of carved watermelons on a pristine white plate.
Raspberry lip balm that makes my lips feel deliciously fruity.
I love elephantine fluffy coloured cushions strewn across a dark, oak-wood floor. [Read more]

A few days ago, I was witness to a conversation that reinforced my anti-arranged marriage stance.

Like all respectable Bohri families, my mom inducted me at a very early age (when I couldn’t protest), in what we call a ‘menij’ group. [Read more]