As girls we grew up hearing, ‘There is safety in numbers’. We started believing it when we were whistled at, or followed, or deliberately brushed against, or had filmy songs sung loudly for us as we walked the streets alone. We protested, we raged, we swore to change things when one of our ilk…
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Cooking up a storm!
If I had an idli for each of the times I’ve been told, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’ I would be able to cover the earth till it resembled one humongous idli, and even then, I would have some leftover to munch on as I went about the task. Born…
Tales of a Teetotaler
The reason I don’t need a drink is because I’m always high on life. I have had an inkling of it for a while now. Careful and constant observation has confirmed it. And I am now completely convinced that I belong to the fast-heading-towards-extinction species, otherwise known as, ‘Teetotalers.’ A Teetotaler in today’s world is…
New Year! New Thoughts! New Post!
Ever so often, the desire to evolve drives me to cast a sweeping glance through my attitude, my life, and the people in it. After a swift, and at times contemplative, reckoning, I sift through my thoughts, ideals, people, and everything that affects me and my day-to-day living. Retaining the gist of what has worked…
Of Confusion, Coffee, ‘Bhaiyya’ and Nahinnn!
First things first, I absolutely abhor this addressing a guy as ‘Bhaiyya’ business. I swear, even my trusted subziwala packs in inferior vegetables when I address him as ‘Bhaiyya’. Though my mother vehemently disagrees, citing my annual visits as the real reason. So imagine the plight of those guys who are addressed as ‘Bhaiyya’ by…
Booked for life
We at ‘Times of India’ are starting a new series on Bookmark called BOOKED FOR LIFE. It will consist of first-person accounts by book lovers on their relationship with their collections, favorite books, unfavourite books, reading habits and so on. Essentially personal, the pieces can be funny, nostalgic, righteous, ironic, and even rants are more…
Eve-teasing
The seeds are sown when ; You are asked to keep your distance from the boys, as soon as you are old enough to understand the word ‘different’. You are asked to come home before dark and not wander alone. You are asked to ‘behave like a girl’. It continues when ; You don’t dress…
Cute
I hate being called ‘cute’! In Sharma-sisters lingo, cute translates to ‘ugly-but-tolerable’ and in Mayuri-lingo, cute translates to ‘ugly-but-not-vomit-inducing’ I hate being called ‘cute’! Cute is….stuffed teddy bears. Cute is….chubby kids whose cheeks you want to pull. Cute is….adverts like the Pond’s Googly woogly whoosh. Cute is….a word you use when you want…
Silver Rain
I have never been fond of the rain, despite being born in June. The 6th of June was the day Mumbai unfailingly welcomed the monsoons each year. And the rains played spoilsport each birthday. Due to the downpour, my birthday parties were invariably ruined. Which is why I never liked the rains much, despite being…