Whooosh… That’s what 2008 sounded like. It came and it went. Whoosh. It was busy, it was engaging, it was hurtful, it was hopeful, it was new, it was old and it was a lot more than words could describe.…
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Mumbai Girl Speaks
I love Mumbai for many reasons but one of major reasons is that I can be out at anytime of the day without worrying about security. Somehow, many of my friends who’ve lived in different cities especially up north say…
War Is Not The Answer
The attacks on 26/11 have scarred Mumbai, but Mumbai has bounced back. The streets, the hotels and the stations are all back in business. In fact, Leopold opened its shutters within two days and as a symbol of defeat to…
Twittering Upto A Revolution
26/11 has changed many people forever. Those who have survived it, those who escaped it and got lucky, those who lost loved ones, those who came face to face with the terrorists, those who were reporting on location and then…
Mumbai Terror Attacks: Pieces of the Puzzle
I have been tracking all major news channels and twitterfeeds since early last morning. The feeling of anger has subdued and I am in an analytical mode now. I scanned through the papers and I recommend you read the cover…
Mumbai Terror Attacks: Lesson For Us To Learn!
The past 13 hours have been numbing for every single Mumbaikar. There’s no point in explaining what happened. It’s all over the media. If you don’t know what happened, close the window and read a paper right now. I don’t…
We’re Just Good Friends!
‘A man and woman can never be friends!’ Harry tells Sally who staunchly disagrees. They prove the point by sharing an awesome friendship, but the inevitable happens. They fall in love! ‘I am so lucky! I married my best friend,’…
Diwali dope
The advertisements on tv, the well decorated windows of the smallest clothing shop and the multicolored display of kandeels on the road just tell me that Diwali is coming. I love coming home to unopened gift boxes. I love it…
Salon Musings!
After much negligence, my hair demanded it be taken care of. So I found myself seated at my aunt’s lovely salon, a book in tow, getting the much needed hair treatment done. Amongst the pedicured feet and immaculately soft hands,…
Mother?! India?!
I am a woman, I am Brahmin,I am Maharashtrian, I am Hindu, I am Indian, I am human. It doesn’t matter who I am or who you are. All that matters is if you are a human being sensitive to…