I have been deeply puzzled by what keeps my women-friends so very busy all the time. Irrespective of whether it’s a Wednesday afternoon, a Friday morning, or a Sunday evening, IF she is a mom, she doesn’t have time to go for a movie, have that drink or catch up for coffee. Having a rather… Read More What drives Mother?
A unique feature of being self-employed is periodically feeling poor as the proverbial church-mouse. It’s a bit bleak. The expenses seem to add up (the mouse wants feta cheese to add to her salads) and the bank account seems unable to withstand any onslaughts (dairy related or otherwise). So, at such moments, I look at… Read More The Provident PF
This weekend, I begin my first backpacking trip, and my first solo trip. I am too ‘old’ for the former and besides, have spent many years preparing for and then climbing the rungs of the corporate ladder, primarily with the view of funding my travel adventures. Firmly of the opinion that we should spend our… Read More My Tryst with Destiny
Last month, I organized an epic trip for my family (the husband – SG, my mom, my cousin sister- Stu and her dad/my uncle – who I call chacha) through South West USA. I was responsible for planning and organizing, making reservations, time-keeping, and making sure that all us vegetarian people ate their vegetables. The… Read More Notes to myself: My struggles to become a tour guide
In a few short years, we have ruined the beautiful city of Bangalore. Trees have given way to tech parks and we have dumped debris and toxic waste into our lakes. The city though is only a microcosm of what is happening to the world. Pretending that global warming is a hoax, is like the Titanic… Read More The seven-year decision
Pootle list #28: 5 of 50 road trips in India If you want to experience some real cool vibes, party hard, eat great food from around the world, watch an evening sunset at the beach while lounging with a cold beer, and stroll in the urban localities steeped in history and charm, go to Goa. If you… Read More Exhale: Mangalore Road Trip
We met when I was a fetus, barely microscopic, My mom turning to you so she wouldn’t get sick. My precious, it is true, and as I grew You made up my bone, blood, and sinew. Other children wanted dolls and sweetmeats But it was only you that made my heart beat. My precious, it… Read More A Dear John Letter on Valentine’s