Back to my holiday. So this is about my onward journey to Calicut, which is the nearest airport to the place I was headed to - Wayanad. Afte...
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Edited to add: Ideally, I wanted this to be a P.S. at the end of this post but I think this way, no one will miss the point (I hope!). In t...
I've been fat for most of my life now. And if there's one thing I have learned it's this - It's great to be fat. Yes, you...
I was at the Santacruz airport the other day. I'm sorry, but that's the easiest way to get there. No Bombay cabbie is going to under...
*With apologies to Alexander McCall Smith. Image courtesy www.thibeaultstable.com I celebrated Mother's Day yesterday. With someone wh...
No, I'm not back... This is just a short one for my crazy friend Agent Green Glass , who started a very interesting debate on her blog a...
Sipping on a hot cappuccino at one of my favourite coffee shops this afternoon, with the rain plopping gently outside, I learned the followi...
Sorry, but I just could not resist posting this email forward. It's absolutely hilarious! Besides, I'm dead beat from house hunting ...
I did not vote today. I'm hoping my not casting a vote actually makes a difference and Raj Thackeray becomes the Chief Minister of Mahar...
So twelve days of being computerless was weird. At first, I would lightly pat my baby and whisper a little prayer of hope everytime I passed...
I'm not talking about me (although I'm sure a lot of people would disagree!), but the bundle of bitchery that my life used to be a w...
Doing the rounds of a few blogs this evening, I realised that the less we know about something, the more we have to say about it. I guess it...
So I hear this story about a conservative Maharashtrian man who is cursing his luck because his newly "acquired" wife is over sex...
I’m no longer on Facebook and Orkut or any of the other social networking sites. These things stop making sense when you realise that out of...
I could take the credit for all of these, including the title to this post, but my brain went on vacation and dropped my sense of humour off...
No matter how much we curse our country for everything that’s wrong with it, be it corruption, communal disharmony or bad Hollywood rip-offs...
Definition: Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called avarice or covetousness...
Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires . What is it about buffet tables that make us all turn into gl...
I've just ridden over a week or so of crazy days. I had so much to write about, so much to "chronicle". But my goddamn "...
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