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[…]
Category: Personal
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.[…]
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.[…]
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[…]
My Name Is Shady
Once upon a time, 26th April, 1990 to be exact, I was born in Madras, Tamil Nadu. My first name was already set in stone, but the surname was a tricky dilemma. You see, my[…]
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[…]
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[…]
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[…]
American Splendor
The American culture (is there such a thong though?) has always found an avid audience in my family, circa 1987 onward. Both my folks exposed me to American literature, cinema and art very early on.[…]
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[…]
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[…]
Venting Machine
My (barely) living situation in the great Maximum City is pathetic. This is the first time I am fending for myself away from home. (Let’s just take a moment to appreciate Pune- for its crispy,[…]