They do not understand that I appear to wear my hair the same way since I was a kid not because I necessarily like it, but because every haircut looks the same on me. The frizz, the stubborn frizz, the untameable frizz…All I ever wanted was to look like that little girl in Poppy Umbrella ads! … More The Beast That I Carry With Me! (Don’t worry, it isn’t some confession. Just a rant on my hair)
Originally posted on The Grateful Dead:
This story is based on a true incident, though I have incorporated enough fiction to make it sound unreal. In India, there are some villages in Maharashtra where there is a practice that is still continued. Once the girl child reaches puberty, she is taken to the “market place”…
It is a standing joke in the family that we will all die and go to hell. Is it any wonder then that I always wanted to die and go to hell where everyone I know and love will already be? … More On Second Thoughts, Hell is a waay better place than Heaven!
I like to think that I have a healthy love for nature, planet and animals. Call me cold, but I draw the line exactly where human lives gets disrupted over it! Celebrating the right to be outspoken… … More Ugh. Get a life!
An odd assortment of our narrow ‘normal’ habits. Like it or hate it, strange or not you find it, this is how things are done here. … More The Post That I Have No Clue What To Call- Part 2
This post was too long that I had to split into two. You could read both parts if you want the whole story or you could read either ones if you so choose (I believe it will still make sense). Or you are also free to skip the whole thing if not in the mood…
… More The Post That I Have No Clue What To Call- Part 1
The story of my great grandmother who smashed a little viper with her pregnant belly……or that time I tried my hand at baking…Times when I was happier being clueless!!! … More 8 Times When Ignorance Was Blissful
I blame Marley & Me, that famous dog movie. In it, they quote Mark Twain and says that using exclamation points in writing is like laughing at your own joke. So what??? … More I like you Mark Twain, I really do. But…!!!
Ha, first love!
Whoever forgets that?Stuff of your first batch of day dreams. Chances are, even your best friend may not have realized just how much that person meant to you. This post is about my first love. … More “Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of the same stuff”… So Very True!
Predictably, I googled exactly that: ‘Why do people make dead baby jokes?’ And a shit-storm erupted. … More A lesson learnt: Don’t go digging for hate, you are bound to find it!