In January this year, I gave birth to my daughter after a quick labour of “just” two and a half hours. It was a normal delivery, and if...

The charge? Criminal neglect of this blog. The accused? Me. The plea? Not Guilty by reason of temporary insanity. Yes, I’ve been...

Editor’s note: The title of Vedashree Khambete-Sharma’s debut novel — There May Be An Asterisk Involved — is as much of a mouthful as her...

School isn’t easy. Ask any 6-year-old lugging a 6 kg. schoolbag. And it just gets worse as you grow older. There’s puberty, acne, growing...

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, first of all, I apologise. I’ve spewed a lot of nonsense in this space over the years and...

A few minutes on Pinterest is enough to spark a few embers of outrage in me. Pinterest loves Paris. It’s full of pictures of Paris. The...

For the past year, I’ve been sitting on a secret. Okay, so it’s not like absolutely nobody knows about this. This is mostly because of...

I’ve decided that I’m going to finish this post, come what may. See, I’ve been starting posts and giving up half-way so that my post-list...

My ridiculously long silence on this page can be attributed to one thing and one thing alone. A new home. That’s right, Rook and I have...

In a week, I’ll turn thirty-one. Which means I now get to look at women going all “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’ll turn thirty soon!” and...

Negative. Such a dirty word for all of us in advertising. How often have we heard “The client will never buy it, it’s too negative” from...

Dear Makers of Indian Soap-Operas: Hi. For the past several months, I’ve been a daughter-in-law. And I have a confession to make. I’ve so...

So I was reading Tina Fey’s Bossypants, when I was struck by a horrible memory. I was in primary school when my mum, bless her, decided...

I was asked a question the other day that has been asked several hundred times before to several other people before me: Why aren’t there...

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. There’s something about Bombay monsoon. The way the rain just descends upon the landscape like...

I had my first official drink at a New Year’s Party when I was in the ninth standard. Of course, the party was at home, only family was...

There was this girl I knew back in college who wanted a guy who never had a girlfriend before. She hadn’t had a boyfriend before either...

For the past month, I’ve been thinking of domestic abuse. A friend sent me a few articles on the subject. From another I heard of a...

(My Campaign India blog for February) I’ve always thought of advertising as a big waiting room of sorts. All kinds of people spend a few...

I have a confession to make. I may be English. No, seriously. I’m an English Lit grad, prefer Brit writers over American, can happily...