Bedhair: A Quick Look

Have you ever had one of those days when you got up, stumbled to the loo, turned on the light and thought,"Dang! My hair looks awesome!" How'd it get like that? No? Well, that's understandable...the likelihood of bed-hair looking good rather than freakish...well the odds are against it. I can categorize my bedhairiness ranging from... Continue Reading →

Of Deaf Leopards&Animal Scat

I'd overslept this morning and headed out to the gym midday, MLM in tow. Boy! That should have tipped me off exactly what would ensue while driving those measly 4 kms. But by all means, let me wax on and wax off Daniel-San! Sorry, couldn't help the last bit. Watched the original movie after ages and... Continue Reading →

The Non-Pathological Word Salad

Psych 101 introduced me to the notion of a word salad and initially I found it quite an interesting concept while it was still a theory in my books. Then over time I actually witnessed, heard rather, quite a few word salads while I was interning in various places; attempting to become a psychologist. And now,... Continue Reading →

Guilt-Free Goa

We have our own version of Vegas in India...G-O-A...what happens in Goa stays in Goa and Goa seems to be built for everything you'd do while you're away from home, boundaries, restrictions and the humdrum of the everyday. How else can one explain the most prim and proper of "aunties" who is carrying enough weight... Continue Reading →

Of Mat Jumps and Face Packs…

I don't consciously try and make the blog titles esoteric or cryptic even..they just pop out of my head, all baked and ready to go. Quite like how this happened. And in case anyone is interested (Pshaw! Yeah right...) how that happened...read it right here. Onto the actual stuff I wanted to convey...I've been doing... Continue Reading →

Meanie Mommy recommends pretending to be seriously and totally grossed out when your offspring threatens to pour slime on your ankles and legs.  The child will pour and rub like a zealous slime-pourer and rubber and you will get a lovely little massage from those soft little hands. Accompanied by wicked cackles from a munchkin... Continue Reading →

Saturday Bloglet

When your ever-active 7 year-old starts imitating Woody Woodpecker's laugh before the caffeine has infiltrated your bloodstream and you think he sounds like a cross between a constipated horse and a psychotic clown.

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