You’re in trouble when you start believing your own good press. But you’re a woman when you start believing your own bad press. What we girls need is a little less guilt and tad more thoughtlessness. A version is posted to Yahoo! Real Beauty.
The day I made the brinjal chips, I ended up having dinner by myself. It being a Friday night, dad assumed I’d be out. But since it was the day before my workshop at the Kala Ghoda Art Festival, I’d decided to stay home and turn in early. I’ve never…
This is an old photograph, shot at the memorable first Wall Project a year-and-half ago. Jhayu created a surreal upside-down skyline of Mumbai along with Wanderblah. His contribution to our group-project, a depiction of a Twitter wall said, “@jhayu is the bom shizgit” His tee-shirt is the exact colour of…
How ironical is it to watch a movie called ‘The Ugly Truth’…censored? Minus the hot scenes, it feels caricatured, artificial and silly. Hmm, just like real life. So my dear children, here are my lessons for today: The truth isn’t ugly. It’s just bigger than you think. Just like love….
I peeped into the kitchen. The smell was making my stomach growl. The stove in our kitchen is right next to the east-facing window. Most times, one needs a super-high-powered pair of sunglasses to avoid the sting of sunlight on the bright metal utensils going about their business on the…
There’s a common notion that women are programmed to love the idea of marriage, thanks to the paraphernalia of weddings. But that isn’t why I don’t want to marry.
E Vestigio dropped in a fortnight ago to keep me company, to gup a bit and to cheer me up. She brought with her two books, my belated birthday gifts. Book recommendations from E are always interesting, given her diverse reading habits. Her gifts were ‘The Interpretation Of Murder‘ by…
Mum’s out of town again, which means that the kitchen is my free ground. I feel a little more confident this year than last year, since I’ve been experimenting with cooking. The kitchen doesn’t seem like scary, alien territory anymore. I’m actually cooking andaaze se instead of following the instructions…
Phil Collins tells me that, A friend’s mother imparts the following wisdom on men and marriage, “Don’t expect any kind of sense for about 3 years. After that they kind of settle down.” PATIENCE is a virtue, apparently a prized one for a woman. Me? I never met a man…
The day stretches on like chewing gum that’s lost its flavour a long time ago. Yet, you won’t spit it out.