Travel more. Eat less.

Meet my grandparents more often.

Domesticate myself…a little. Read more

Another year older tomorrow. I will have lived for 25 years on this earth. Wow, seeing it in words hits me more than just saying it. I’m halfway to 50. It’s been a good life, in many moments – spectacular, in others – miserable. How have I fared so far? I’m curious. Here’s a break-up: Read more

1. Even if members are aged 25 and above, it must always be referred to a ‘girls’ night out.

2. Three is the most suitable number of girlfriends for a girls’ night out. The maximum number should not exceed four. Rare exceptions can be made for a fifth. Read more

I have always thought of self-help books, various philosophies of life, therapists and the like as full of crap and I was rather contemptuous towards regular people with regular problems who seek advice and solace from these. I absolutely hated The Alchemist, for instance and consider it one of the most overrated books of all time. Read more

There’s me – Drama Queen – one who thinks life is/ought to be a combination of Notting Hill, Friends and Grey’s Anatomy. Read more

Power politics. In school, it was about who became the class monitor, who had the authority to tell the class to shut up, or who distributed the most expensive sweets on their birthday.

In college it was about who was the professor’s pet, who could get out of assignments by batting their eyelids, who dressed the best, or who was more popular with the opposite sex. Read more

A large part of me has been defined by Enid Blyton, arguably the most popular children’s writer across the globe. I grew up devouring everything she served, every chapter of my childhood has the indelible imprint of a Blyton book – from my infantile Noddy days, to my hyper-imaginative Faraway Tree fantasies, from the adventurous Secret Seven stage to the I’m-all-grown-up Malory Towers time. Read more

I recently chanced by an old email I had written to a friend which happened to be an explicit narrative on a day in my life as a first year BMM student. Since the front pages of all newspapers are crammed with SSC/HSC and various other abbreviated exam stories, I thought I’d be real nice and give a heads up to all those newly inducted freshers who are straightening their locks and buying checked shorts in hope of celebrating the wild, joyous, carefree ride of collegedom. Read more

I tend to be cynical, pessimistic and fatalistic about most things. Including marriage. (NB: I dare say my blog will veer towards matrimonial issues on occasion, but there is this mass marriage movement taking place around me and everyone I know seems to be getting married, or talking about getting married. In any case, you have been warned.) Read more

Since the past week, my friends and I have been dancing to Desi Girl because two of our friends are getting married to each other in May.  We are rehearsing for the great Indian sangeet – the night for which youngsters practice their dance moves for months only to have their thunder stolen by a 60-year-old uncle on 5 pegs of neat whisky with moves that would put the cast of Grease to shame. But I digress. Read more