Things I Wrote At Sea
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
Year: 2008
Finding My Religion
I spotted this on the Mains and Crosses blog a while ago. I must stop to explain why I picked up this picture and decided to write a post about it. I am not religious; haven’t been for many years now. That picture is not visible on the blog anymore…
Not A Nice Girl
Being a nice girl comes with much social currency. But is being nice really that strong a moral virtue? I think not. And here’s why.
Just An Indian Man
“He isn’t quite a male chauvinist, just an Indian man.” said a review about a character. What does this mean? I looked at the men in my life through this lens.
I Style! – Beautiful Buggers
We do seem to have a rather strong foot festish here at I Style!, don’t we? Hmm, it seems to me like the only place we’re truly comfortable tucking away our individual style, is under our feet. The shoe-mania continues with something I spotted in one of the Catwalk stores…
SMS
1:25 a.m. is more Saturday night than Sunday morning, no matter what the calendar says. After a day of light drizzle or no rain, the clouds let themselves go again. For a few seconds all I can hear is the rain. Not the sound the ground makes as the water…
Blogos Unf@air: Quoted in Hindustan Times article on Women Bloggers
I was quoted in a Hindustan Times story about women bloggers and the problems we face. The story is titled ‘Blogos Unf@air’.
Misquoted in DNA story on Professional Bloggers
On Sunday, DNA ran a story about professional bloggers. I recognized Gautam Ghosh in there and oh, what’s this – I found my own name there too! What on earth am I doing in a story about earning money from blogging? Nothing I’ve seen in the past four years leads me to believe…
I Am Jill ‘s Last Wish
I started with a wish and turned it into a story. This is a revised version after Kavita Bhanot’s workshop on fiction writing.
Waltz In Matunga
An appointment on my calendar had me venturing out of the busy suburbs and into the quieter heartland of what is otherwise town. Matunga was an adventure.