It’s a couple of weeks till Swear You Won’t Tell? hits the bookstores, online and offline, and I’m reaching critical levels of crazy. In the past couple of weeks, I have had custom-made stationery printed, written self-promoting letters to unsuspecting media people and made a skeleton plan for a book launch, basically out of hope and thin air. Venue, date, catering, guest list – it’s like all those event management lectures I skipped in college are nudging me and saying, “Who

What’s up, you guys? Is it just me or are the days getting shorter? Seems counter-intuitive, I know. Summer’s not so much crept upon us as it’s shoved Spring unceremoniously out of the way, and socks are giving way to sleeveless things here in Mumbai. Yes, okay? I wear socks in winter. I’m old and always cold. Deal with it. My point is, the days ought to be longer, but they’re seeming much shorter to me. Possibly because they’re so jam-packed with things to do that I feel lik

Three hilarious Indian comedians whose sense of humour I love. One internationally acclaimed novelist whose work I adore. That’s four people whom I’ve now successfully beleaguered into giving me cover blurbs for the book. Not going to lie, I did a little dance every time one of them sent me a mail. Am I proud? No. Ecstatic? Oh, hell yes! Watch this space, people. Things are going to get… embarrassing. For me. In a good way. Yeah. #Journal #NewBook

Hey you guys, it’s been a while, right? To be precise, A WHILE. That last story was in February and if any of you have found your way here, you must be wondering what the actual hell is going on. First, I go AWOL for months. Then, I shift from Blogger to WordPress. Then, I go make this awesome, I repeat, AWESOME, website. (Totally did it all by myself, by the way, that’s right, applause IS. IN. ORDER.) What is up, you are wondering. All three of you. I’ll tell you what. A