Like everybody who returns to the house they grew up in, when I make a trip back home to Poona, I always travel light. Because 7 years ago, when I packed my bags and left[…]
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Category: Personal
And Poof! He’s Gone.
I got hit on by a magician once. ‘Twasn’t over 3 minutes after I had arrived at the bar that this guy came up to me and started doing card tricks. He hadn’t introduced himself,[…]
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Bandra Base. Part Deux.
It doesn’t say so on my passport, but for all other practical purposes, I identify as being from Bandra. Bandra West that is. Here’s proof… Part one was this post. So of course there had[…]
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Bandra Western Abode
You know my name and how I look. You probably have my number too. But where am I from you ask? Ah. Now that’s a question! Madras, where I was born is not the answer.[…]
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There And Back Again
Taking cue from the phrase “When the going gets tough, the tough get going” I decided to escape my bourgeoisie-cubicled-office-going existence with a Diwali vacation. Off I flew to leave behind my stress and sorrows.[…]
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That Ivory Tower In My Castle In The Air
I know I raved pompously about my Bandra-Western abode in the The Roof Over My Head and The Chip On My Shoulder, but alas- I am being forced out from cloud nine to fall flat[…]
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Dude Where’s My Surf Board?
As almost every gal going through quarter life crisis, I realized that Life. Is. Too. Short. I’ve had enough of the whining and marinating in a perpetual state of confusion. It’s time to take the[…]
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On The Face Of It
I have what they call a ‘Resting Bitch Face’. An extremely non fastidious facade. Even a normal pensive mood comes across like I’m fuming or gritting my teeth. My mom to this day steals a[…]
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I Think I’ll Take The Stairs
Today, I got into the elevator right after the guy in it had farted his lunch out. I could have made an emergency exit on the next floor but foolishly decided to hold my breath[…]
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American Splendor
The American culture has always found an avid audience in my family, 1987 onward and upward. Both my folks exposed me to American literature, cinema and art very early on. I have vivid memories of[…]
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The Roof Over My Head And The Chip On My Shoulder
I’m a spoilt brat. By my own doing of course. I live in a very cool studio apartment in what is known as Bombay’s Manhattan– Sandra from Bandra. Pleased to meet you. My pad is fully[…]
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Bombay Life: Pop Goes The Bubble
It’s not like I’m The Village Girl, but Pune and Bombay are on 2 completely different levels. Pune (my hometown) is a modern city yes, but it’s just the Jersey to Bombay’s New York. So[…]
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