Yankee Doodle Desi
Five Amreekan things every ‘virgin’ NRI is bound to have in common.
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Keeping us in the Dark
Exploring the ‘brighter side’ (no pun intended) of electricity outage
Stories from Maidsville…
“I bite my lips to stop myself from crying tears of joy as she moves the sofas and attacks weeks of dust and hair balls underneath. My Mom’s maid in India had been very specific about this. Cleaning only applicable to unfurnished areas of the house. Which when living in over-the-top, never minimalistic and Godrej-almirah loving…
If Time is the greatest Healer, then Time Zones are the meanest wake-up alarms
Its fun getting calls from people at 3 am when you’re sleeping. No really, it is. It’s the kind of fun you equate to being stuck in the traffic for 2 hours without moving an inch or having to spend your entire weekend at the office. I think you get the picture. Read more… Get…
Its just a metal, people.
All that glitters is not gold, its egos. My love-hate relationship with the wonder metal – Gold.
My Mute Commute In Singapore
After years of jumping queues and waving down dangerously careening rickshaws (which tend to stop 5 millimetres away from my Bata-clad feet) and hopping off slow-moving trains in India, one develops a sort of thirst for a daily quota of excitement. And if one does not avail of this quota daily, then things can get stifling.…
Confessions of a Fearless Palate
When I think about packaged food in India, my mind automatically conjures up images of cold tetraPaks of mango Frooti (fresh and juicy), packets of crunchy Kurkure (can never have enough of Kurkure, can you?) and rows of instant flour mixes pledging loyalty to India’s long standing tradition of hearty carb-filled breakfasts. The Singaporean supermarkets however…
