Dear Oscar
Did I ever tell you about the bum called Oscar? In my 20s (during my Bandra era), I used to
Category: Personal
Homecoming Queen
Like everybody who returns to the house they grew up in, when I make a trip back home to Poona,
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
Making It My Way
Sometimes, the M in Mumbai stands for mediocrity. It isn’t always about survival of the fittest. Some below average performers
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
Bandra Western Abode
You know my name and how I look. You probably have my number too. But where am I from you
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
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
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
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
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
American Splendor
The American culture has always found an avid audience in my family, 1987 onward and upward. Both my folks exposed