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A Bibliophile’s Guide To Mumbai
It’s January and time for all of Mumbai’s iconic events. After the Mumbai Marathon and the Mumbai Festival comes the Strand Book sale.
Barbie With A Brain
When I first chanced upon the Agony Aunt section in HT Cafe, I had to smile when I saw who was solving problems for the lovelorn. Kim Sharma!! Kim Sharma?? What sort of advice could she possibly give anyone? Then today I read an interview with her. You seem to…
IM crazy
Today I got an email from a colleague titled, “IM not working.”
The Narcissa Of Hot
“That girl is hot!”
“No, she is not.”
“And you would know, would you? You don’t check out women.”
“Says who? I check out women all the time.”
Toto, I don’t think we are in Mumbai anymore!
I accompanied a friend on a ‘window-shopping’ spree, scouting the city of Mumbai for the perfect place of land that she could call her own.
Bull Run On The Men Market
While my pessimism as regards men, may know no bounds, she reminds me that some markets are always booming! Viva manhood and the spirit of madness, then! (Click on pic to see full comic on a new page)
Bacchanalia On New Year
I ushered in the New Year at a hip party in a swank hotel. Multiple dance-floors, buffet dinner and unlimited alcohol. Most of the guests took the last part of that invitation seriously. Real serious. By 11pm, the open-air lawn bar was clean out of vodka, wine and Breezers. A…
Closure, Actually
Actually after this, another string of random thoughts on breaking up and the afterlife. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ You watch them speak to and of the one they love.And think, unflinchingly, that they don’t speak to or of you that way.The only part that hurts is the realisation that they once used to….
Midnight At New Year
An ode to my world at the stroke of midnight on new year. I look to all the corners to the people who matter to me and feel reassured in my contentment.
Only flowers
I’ve developed a rather late interest in flowers. And why not? With all the frivolous things that we spend on, a little bit of beauty is much appreciated. Why must a gift always be intelligent or useful? How about just alive? Nothing better than a flower then. Here’s an account…