We did not get off to a good start this morning. We were stuck behind the garbage truck, as they do their weekly collection round. Even as I was impatiently twiddling my thumbs behind the monster truck, I couldn’t help noticing the flies – or lack of them, buzzing around the garbage like they should do. I am not saying the firang refuse smelled of sweet perfume, but they didn’t make me want to gag my intestines out. There was no unsightly bits hanging about or littered around the half …

Before I proceed any further, I would like to clarify that I am not desperate or anything so wierdos and wackos out there, walk away now!
Let me explain the title: Most Wanted. I should actually expand it to ‘Most Wanted: A friend’, preferabl a gal pal. Why am I doing a chum version of shaadi.com? A long and relentless search for one, that’s what.
You need a mate to hang out with, just to chill, right? Well, that’s where I am drawing a blank. The ones I bump into are all …

Making Easter Bonnets hither, baking cakes thither…. I am becoming a
veritable Martha Stewart. Eat yer heart out, suckers! HA HA!!
This is the bonnet – P came second with it!

I also baked a cake for the Craft Fair yesterday and am chuffed to say, folks thronged to partake of it. (Well, I do exaggerate a bit!)

Every June, the Race for Life event is held in various locations all over the UK. Sponsored chiefly by Tesco, the races are run in aid of Cancer Research UK, thereby helping collect valuable pounds that go towards helping a cure for this dreadful disease.
This race was first run in 1994 and since then have grown exponentially to become one of the biggest of its kind in the country. Women of all ages, shapes and sizes run, walk or do a combination of both, to complete the 5 mile course. …

I was flat out on my back in a dark pink, plasticky chair, powerless to move. Bright light shone down my face, making it impossible for me to make out the others in the room. I could vaguely make out two forms and whilst I was trying to slowly slide away from the chair, one of them came near me. I could just make out a white mask that covered its features.
‘Would you like to move over here, love?’ it queried in a disembodied tone.
I was too scared to act.
‘Now, …

How much do you believe in things like horoscopes, astrology, zodiacs..? Though I have never paid much attention to the first two, I admit to glancing at the prediction of the week and seeing what’s in store for Cancer. Though I’d never agree to being a firm believer, I really find I have so many characteristics of a typical Cancerean.
Whilst I do not walk sideways like a crab, I am rather afraid of getting hurt and tend to protect my easily wounded heart (hard to believe, I know!) with prickly …

“You can’t make old friends, you can only lose them and in losing them you walk around with a void inside that you can never adequately explain”, says Beth Kephart in Into the Tangle of Friendship.
I recently read this in the Readers’ Digest’s ‘Quotable Quotes’ section and it made me think of my old friendships and those that still continue to this day. I am still friends with my oldest friend, who I met when we were in class II of primary school. And of course, I have lost touch …

Ok, never known to mince any words, this blogger lets it rip with his view re global warming etc. As it is a topic real close to my heart, I wanna make a post out of it.
So, check it out!

After years of dithering, I finally took the plunge, literally, and signed up for swimming lessons. I had been wanting to learn for a long, long time. In fact, my school had this really fabulous pool and the water would look so blue and inviting. But after standing awkwardly in my pink swimming costume and feeling gloriously out of my element, I found other interesting things to do during my swimming periods.
But it has always been something I wanted to master, especially because it is a major dream of mine …

Valentine Day’s just around the corner and I remember how it used to be when I was in college. There was this huge outlet of Archie’ s Gallery opposite my college in Chennai (Chinna ponnunga padippadhu Ethiraja…) and soon after the Christmas-New Year dhamaka finished, the store will get out its Val’s Day stuff. There’ll be red hearts hanging from the ceiling, syrupy love songs blaring out from the speakers and everywhere there used to be this profusion of stuffed toys, cards, cards and more cards.
It was very tough being …

Yesterday afternoon, while I was on my lunch break, I decided to climb Cardiac Hill (our name for the rather steep Primrose Hill) and wander around the High Street shops, as you would. As I was standing at the junction of Primrose Hill and Crown Street, a car stopped next to me and this senior-ish desi man asked me if I knew which way Rose Valley was. For once, I did and I was only too happy to show him the way. It was, after all, just down the road …