Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I have an almost-10 year old. He's lazy like his father and me. We aren't the gung ho types who jump to it and proactively clean and get shit done. We get to it when we can't find things and usually at the last minute. Sort of defeats the purpose of being a housewife I... Continue Reading →
Everytime you think you've reached a time and place where you don't have to be a crabby cakes about your kid, they prove you wrong! Of late TO's been climbing into our bed. Resulting in either one of us sleeping on our own somewhere else (bliss) or us getting through the night but with pokes... Continue Reading →
My day started a bit sluggishly. Alexa was chirping her annoying wake-up alarm that Red sets up but rarely wakes up to. I wanted to pretend that I had no To-Dos on my list and woke Red up and told him to get TO ready for school. And he did. TO even brought me a... Continue Reading →
My father moved around a lot while I was growing up. And it was a good way to live, everything considered. Met new people every few years, or met the same old faces in different cities and towns and had a good time catching up. India of the late 80s was a vastly different place... Continue Reading →
My kid has his own way of narrating things. He's big on prepositions and paraphrases to his heart's content and the end results are hilarious to say the least. However, we dare not laugh. Thankfully he doesn't read (or get) my blog so this is my safe place. He was interested in knowing about the... Continue Reading →
I came home from running an errand to find Red and TO at lunch. Red opened the door and told me with his usual straight face that our child was telling him a VERY interesting story which was catastrophic in its scope but had some pockets of optimism and redemption in it. So it goes... Continue Reading →
The first thing that strikes you about this movie is that Indian film makers are more than capable of churning out good flicks without the whole song and dance routine that seems to encapsulate Bollywood movies as a genre. Badla (Revenge) is a prime example of that. An adaption of the Spanish movie The Invisible... Continue Reading →
What happens when you don't want to get married but test drive being married by living together? What happens when you get caught being 'pretend-married' and have to play out the pretense? What happens when you try to get married for real to make things legit but realize that life is conspiring against you? Luka... Continue Reading →
In the last couple of years my reading material has been fairly unchanging. It's been the likes of John Sandford (love his work), Carl Hiaasen (cannot get enough of it) and some new authors I came across courtesy the Kindle store. Amongst them Jana DeLeon stood out because while her work wasn't "hardcore literature" it wasn't silly... Continue Reading →
For everyone who's been told something's impossible, unattainable and to get their head out of the clouds because reality bites; Gully Boy is the answer. Zoya Akhtar's latest offering takes us deep into Dharavi, without any of the gore and gristle but without adding any glitter either. Ranveer Singh (Murad) shows how deeply he can... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 