This has been worrying me for some time.

I want to know whether a truly global Indian man exists. Read more

Everyone has been making fun of me because I keep claiming that the Ugly Truth is a cult movie and the best film all year – better than the Hangover.

I’ve seen it twice and think about it almost every day… Read more

The things you don’t want to happen before boarding an international flight are: you lose your passport; get struck with malaria; get the wrong day or get caught in traffic and miss it. The one thing that doesn’t cross your mind is: what if I get the flu? Read more

Being an expat is like living out a really strange existence – one you never imagined. You do things you never foresaw you would do before you left your homeland on your work-connected adventure. And locals, naturally find you a bit odd.

Let me take you back a bit. Before moving to India, I was living in an apartment in the UK: I had an American lodger staying in my spare room as an extra means to earn an income. Until then, I had never been an expat. Read more

I was at an expat night in Mumbai when I was told by one of the rich ‘white’ businessmen there that I was not an expat.

So, I asked the fellow Brit, drinking a vodka lime, while I sipped my diet coke, what he meant, and he said: “You are not an expat. You are a locally-employed foreigner. Don’t worry I was one once.” Read more

I was relaying to an Indian female friend in Out of the Blue in Bandra over a coffee the most memorable ways I had been dumped. (These are, by the way, the sorts of conversations girls have together when on girls’ nights outs)……

They are as follows: Read more

Santosh Mohite lives under a tent on the pavement in Mumbai. He earns his living picking plastic and copper from illegal open rubbish dumps and swamps.

The 17-year-old’s life and that of two other teenage Dharavi ragpickers have been featured in a documentary feature film entitled Waste that I saw last week. Read more

Last week I changed my Facebook status to Naomi Canton….”does not understand men.” It was in a fit of frustration after an incident involving a member of that species from Planet Mars.

I got a big response from my global network of the Mars species on Facebook (apart from the Martian in question who is on Facebook but rarely communicates with me on it) – explaining men to me. Read more

Having lived and worked in Mumbai a year and half I now consider it home. I feel familiar enough with it to draw up a list of what I believe it needs. Here is the list. What Mumbai Needs: Read more

It wasn’t my idea. It was my friend Rajeev’s. He said dating didn’t exist in India, I would never meet anyone hanging in bars and the only way people met here one was via a matrimonial website.

“Everyone is on them. That is how I met my wife,” he said. Read more