“I am only saying what is written in the scriptures!!”

I was in Mylapore last weekend to attend an important family function. It was a warm morning in the Tamil calendar month of Marghazhi. The cool breeze gently swayed trees that lined the narrow lanes.  Mylapore oozed out Tamil culture. Even the obscure of roads had traces of cultural heritage preserved over generations. Tambrahm Maamis (the nick name given to the Brahmin sect living in the southern state of Tamil Nadu) in elegantly draped madisars (nine yards sari), soulful sounds from nadaswarams (a long wind instrument resembling a flute), fragrant mallipoo (jasmine flowers) from the street vendors and, of course

Book Review- The Bestseller She Wrote By Ravi Subramanian

Not often do you find an author writing a book on the life of an author. Ravi Subramanian’s latest book “The Bestseller She Wrote” does just that. A seamless weaving of a tale of an author told with ease and conviction. It is the tale of Paperback king Aditya Kapoor’s life. His is a modern man’s fantasy. His literary stardom is perfectly balanced by a loving wife and a spectacular career. With everything he touches turning to gold, Aditya is on a winning streak. On the other hand is Shreya Kaushik is a student with a heart full of ambition.

Just Married Please Excuse – Yashodhara Lal

“Where is the sticky stuff we make rotis with?” There was a moment of silence. Vijay put his arm around me gently. “I know you haven’t cooked before. But please tell me you know that atta doesn’t come readymade in the form you use for rotis?” I had a hearty laugh as I read these lines. I was on a 15 hour train journey from Delhi to Jaisalmer. The temperatures have dropped to single digits in most parts of North India. And here I was cuddled in a grey pungent smelling blanket provided in the 3AC coach of the train.

Support my School Initiative

Mr. Snout “R”, my snobbish colleague, had been staring at his laptop for hours. Quite an unusual sight as Mr. Snout often cunningly palmed off most jobs to us. What really was keeping him busy today? I had to ask him casually. “It is admission time in Delhi, and I am shortlisting schools for my kindergarten child, he said. Ah ha!! I thought to myself. There was Snout, doing his own things in office. “So what exactly are you looking for in a school?” I asked. Snout replied leaning back on his swirling chair, “Well it’s difficult to get everything

Nightlife And Pub Finder

This weekend the members of my mad office decided to party hard. We had hit our quarterly target well before time and it definitely meant we could let our hair loose for a while, hang up our shoes and relax a bit. Chief L was way to glad and was in his rarest of generous moods. He had said, “Choose a place, and I will join you guys there. The expenses shall be borne by me.” The entire team was way too glad to hear this from an otherwise grumpy Chief. Delhi luckily is blessed with some of the best

Does one really need a name for all relationships ?- Guest Post by Aditi Bose

“I’m a woman. A married woman. An Indian married woman. But nothing remains in this marriage anymore. It’s just a sham. A farce. A pretence. And yet I’m still pretending. I have my reasons. Like the many others in the country. Society. Parents. Child. Finances. Reasons abound. Or maybe it’s just my lack of guts. My fear of all the complications that will come with moving on………” This is the story that many Indian women will tell you. Unlike in other countries where acceptance is more, here, if a married woman wants a divorce she is scorned upon. By those