A passing bhel-puri seller stopped next to my bike. “Please have something, bibi“, he said in defeated tones, “I haven’t made boni* all...

Him: How’re you doing? Methinks: Okay, still don’t know who this is. Quick, try to find out!Mesays: I’m fine. How’re you? What are you...

The thing about 4:30 in the morning is that there are no other sounds to distract you. Because at 4:30 in the morning, the rest of the...

I don’t remember where I read this, but I think it makes a whole lot of sense. And the reason I’m actually blogging about this is that...

It’s starting, children. The marriage-mad parents are beginning the hunt for A Suitable Boy. They’re going about it systematically and...

And if you can’t answer the Whom To, then there’s no saving you from a quick and painful arranged marriage. It’s almost as if we owe it...

Surprise, surprise, some would say. Frankly, till last year, so did I. They bribe the judges, the Ad Club is partial to them, it’s all...

But I feel you have to give Ms. Goodman her due. When she has something right, it’s right down to the t. Like Virgos, for instance. She...

Taking a page out of Ashish’s book, I’d submitted this blog for a review from the Bloggy Award guys. You can read what they have to say...

A long while back, I made a pact with myself that I’d never, ever regret anything I do. (Cross my heart and hope to have a near-death...

After three weeks of break-neck speed, stress, late nights, missed meals, stress, early mornings, madness, stress, whirlwind stops...

Yes, I know, obvious pun happened there. But so did the rain. The weather outside is perfect right now – cool, dry and cloudy. Just the...

For keeping me awake when I wanted to sleep, night after night after night. For forcing me wear jeans rather than short skirts, shirts...

Last night, after a long, long time, I went home to an empty house. The parents are out of town again and the brother has gone along for...

It’s been a year (dammit, there you go). I’ve actually kept up this blogging thing up for a year. It started out as … I’m not exactly...

August: Start mentioning awards in everyday conversations. September: Start mentioning how you need to do something for the awards in...

It’s happened. The Goon and Brainybong are now Mr. and Mrs. So-and-So. I’ve known the happy couple since they were, well, not really a...

Am off to Baroda for the much-anticipated nuptials of the Goon and Brainybong, two of my classmates from Pune. So there will be no posts...

This week’s rant is particularly close to my heart as it honours those whose powers contradict my own. The Unorganised Egomaniacs....

Q. What is Death to a man with conjunctivitis? A. A scythe for sore eyes.