What will people say?

This question was the guiding principle of the Rajan family. All decisions, be it Appa buying a second hand car, Amma wearing nighties at home, or putting Kavita in veena classes, or letting Swati ride a Scooty to college, were made after putting it to the test of “what will people say?”. If the family... Continue Reading →

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16 things I learned in ‘16

As you might know, the stork visited me and Junior had popped out by the end of 2015. So 2016 was a year of learning and laughter, trials and triumphs, growth and goof-ups, you get the picture.. Here’s what I discovered on my journey of motherhood so far Everyone is winging it. Parenting is like... Continue Reading →

But …you’re a girl..

I don’t remember the first time I heard these words.. (usually followed by – “You should/shouldn’t/can/can’t”). Conveyed mostly with self-righteous zeal, often with a smug tone, a smidgeon of ‘concern’ and always always unsolicited. “You’re a girl” has been suffixed with many a gem of patriarchal wisdom and, of course, “Indian culture”. J Some absolute... Continue Reading →

Love means never having to say ‘I love you’

All of today’s relationship experts and love gurus keep telling us to say ‘I love you’... ‘Tell your loved ones’, they say, ‘express your feelings’. All around me, people are declaring their love, wishing birthdays (to people they sleep right next to, for God's sake!) and sharing romantic/intimate moments on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/latest-platform-for-attention-whores. But, here’s looking at... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving

The past few weeks have been a stressful period, to say the least. Health, wealth and happiness have all been buggered indelicately; and sounding normal on the phone is like cardio .  Instead of succumbing to the urge to scream obscenities, break items, write black poetry or drown my sorrow in drinks (have I covered... Continue Reading →

Once upon a time

Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a beautiful house. Built with great love and thought, she stood proud, happy and tall.  As the architect put in power, plumbing and fittings, everyone told the house things like -“Hope a nice person moves in real soon”, or “Someone calling you ‘home’ is... Continue Reading →

Ladies, play nice

For as long as I remember, I have been called a ‘feminist’. This is usually accompanied with a sneer of derision, a mildly ridiculing smile, a roll of the eye saying ‘here she goes again’ or even a shake of the head to indicate my ‘lost-cause-ness’. To all those who choose to place this sobriquet... Continue Reading →

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