Manguide 4: States Of India
I categorise Indian men by the states they hail from.
Womanhood
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A Voice That Shatters Glass…The Glass Ceiling!
I was an amateur singer in college. Inadvertently, the campus festivals also became my ground for shattering glass celings with my voice.
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Beauty Parlour
Planning a rendezvous with a girlfriend. She is at the parlor and I have to wait till she gets done. I sit tight elsewhere and am most amused to hear her say, I think it will be an hour before I’m released!!! And if that sounds like parole from jail…
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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…
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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.”
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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…
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Karva Chauth, The Great Indian Starvation Ritual
I wanted to write this last week but I’ve been running late on a lot of things and just haven’t had the time. Nnnneeeaaarrrrrggghhh. Now usually I like to be this one foot here/the other there sort of person who expounds on the scientific reason behind certain superstitions, the validity…
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Sambar Masala
When sambar isn’t sambar without masala powder, why are we to accept a matrimonial match with no attraction?
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The Wedding Night And Other Friendly Stories
Heeheehee….got this picture off The Lady‘s post. It reminded me of the time my friend got married. The pre-wedding days were a time of much mirth for the cronies of the bride and groom. But of course. We were such a bunch of wits. For the wedding night, we decided…
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Once Upon Every Time
As I read a story about fairytale characters in New York, my childhood comes back to me. I remember why my fanciful notions were set that way. I’m angry.
