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
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
“In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.” Sir Terry Pratchett I am bloody furious, for a number of reasons. It is one of those days… Read More The opposite of “These are a few of my favorite things”
Yesterday, SG and I went to the movie theater to watch Dangal. Those of you who don’t know my husband and/or Bollywood may not immediately realize the significance of the statement. SG, the life partner who solemnly vowed to be with me through thick and thin, refuses to watch movies in the cinema theatre, citing… Read More Bungle, Bungle!
The sister, who has recently moved to New York City, messaged me this morning. We (nearly) share a birthday, but that and a love for Katie Atkinson are the only thing we seem to have in common. Ten years and a world of difference separates us. If we were reincarnated as bears, she would be… Read More A lunch box full of retail therapy
Getting to my ideal weight has been on my bucket list ever since I learnt the word ‘fat’ as a teenager. A skinny kid, puberty not only hit me like a sack of potatoes, it also made me look like a sack of potatoes. Even after I lost a third of my body weight within… Read More How Not to Do a Water Detox