What a shitty bunch we are.

My friend Asa is a Swede.  I love hanging out with her because despite the fact that she has lived in India forever, is married to an Indian (hot boy),


Tourists.

As an Indian I have 1.2 billion guests per year (well it fucking feels like that). These are my friends and family members who have come all the way to


That’s not Cricket.

I have never been interested in Cricket. As a child I would watch little boys running around playing ‘air-cricket’ (they bowl imaginary balls and score imaginary ‘sixers’ with imaginary bats)


Middle Age Slide.

From l to r: Will, Paul, Bev, Coach Jeremy, Kevin, Bina. At the age of 16 I was sort of expelled from boarding school.  The only reason I was upset


My cup runneth over.

As some of you may know I am currently performing my one-woman show ‘Unladylike: The pitfalls of propriety’.  The show is about a woman who is fed-up of living with


Mona Lisa Smile.

Dear Readers! Today is a big day for me. I have figured out how to upload unique (and sometimes frightening) images to my blog.  This photograph was taken by my


Bad-Fads 2: Ugg Boots.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am easily irritated. And this week my irritation is directed at a group of people that I call ‘shufflers’. Let me explain. It


Virginity is overrated.

Once up on a time, long, long ago, in a faraway land called India, I used to be a virgin. As a virgin, I learnt many things. The first thing


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