Monthly Archives: September 2009

It has been a long weekend. No scratch that. It has been a very very long weekend. I donot like long weekends unless they involve me, in a hammock, sipping a margerita, in room serviced luxury. This long weekend, unfortunately, … Continue reading →

Did I mention that I dont have a cook and a maid? I did? Did I repeat it ad infinitum, ad nauseam so that you absolutely totally and completely grabbed the horrific implications of the same. Let me complicate matters … Continue reading →

The stench emanating from the Mithi river has apparently been disturbing Balasaheb Thackeray. Of course, relevant authorities have been informed and the needful will no doubt be done. As an unfortunate who has been suffering the stench of living next … Continue reading →

If three different people tell you in the course of a single day that you have lost weight, it would definitely be cause for celebration. If you slip into an UK Size 10 pair of jeans from noted brand, which … Continue reading →

(Picture courtesy Style.com) So says Style.com: The eighties—the decade that fashion won’t forget. Marc Jacobs led the latest revival with an unapologetic dose of New York nightclub nostalgia (metallic leather and acid-wash jeans, anyone?). Antonio Berardi and Gucci’s Frida Giannini … Continue reading →

Shamelessly cut pasting this forward from Gauri, because it was so simple and made so much sense. Adding my two cents to each points I felt I had something to add to:  1. Anger is a condition in which the … Continue reading →

My attitude towards the hired help at home has always been rather like the students at Hogwarts towards Dobby and his ilk. Not to be seen not to be heard, the work to be done without any hemming and hawing, … Continue reading →

Yup. Read that again. A minimum of half and hour everyday and a maximum of an hour and a half. All depending of course on the company. Me being my normal garrulous self, and needing to broadcast to the world … Continue reading →

I donot like doing these RIP posts of folks I worshipped when I was a teenager. Michael Jackson. Maharani Gayatri Devi (Ah well, she was admired long past the teen years), and now Patrick Swayze. Think of it. Fat, frumpy, … Continue reading →

So says The Times of India today, page 15 to be precise. Yes, yes, I am still of said dinosaur variety who likes the ink on the fingers and the printed page to be turned, and will leave you, dear … Continue reading →