First person narratives
**Poke** **Squint** **Poke again** I could do this forever, you know. Hello again, long dormant repository of most of my thoughts, many of my feelings and 90% of my young creativity. And all of this before Substack, Medium and professionally written/AI edited articles were a thing. I am afraid
Feminism
I am an outsider in every country I find myself in. In the Western world, they see a brown Indian woman who comes from an exotic land filled with colour, spices and promise. "We LOVE Slumdog Millionaire," they say, happy to talk about that foreign land of heat,
First person narratives
My friends tell me I am always in a mad rush to change things, people, the world - both things I can influence and things I can't. I know that. It manifests itself in the impatience (that has also quadrupled during my 8 years in McKinsey) with which
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So, the nephew runs in my mother's house at Mach speed, enroute stopping at the sofa to throw two cushions at me. "Sweetie, do you want dosas? Ammachi has made the batter for you." "Dosaaaaa. I am SO hungry." My sister told him, "
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Russia Learning the first letters from the Cyrillic alphabet – D-O-M-E-V and S-K-A (Domodedovo, Moskva) Going to Red Square (Krasnaya) in the middle of a blustery winter night, snow piled all over St. Basil’s and seeing Lenin’s mausoleum, Of course, making “In Soviet Russia,” jokes. Being rather optimistic about
Arbit
Every two years, we try and discuss the last two years in song. It is, as I have said it before, time. I sound manic depressive with these music choices, don't I? ;-) September 2010: (Basel) Nowadays (You can like the life you're living/ You can
First person narratives
I know you spin your gossamer dreams in your heart, Cherishing them against the vagaries of life, The mundaneness, the pains and the strife, And they who would stomp your dreams into the dirt. I know what you are thinking when you idly chat, Your eyes flickering from face to
First person narratives
So, I was flying from Vancouver to Brussels on seat 14A. As I was contemplating the distance to which I had to toss my bag into the hold, a tall man sauntered up the aisle and said... "Sorry." I was confused, apologised myself and sat down in my
First person narratives
When I was 21, my mother took me to a palmist. I had one question to ask him (I had just finished my interviews at the IIMs and was nervous), "Will I study more?" He took a look at my palm and nodded his head ponderously, "Yes,
First person narratives
The high (low) lights of the past year's travels. Namibia: Waking up with temporary amnesia in the Namib desert, Having afternoon tea with camels and some nice German ladies in Swakopmund, Begging the bartender for Savannahs in the best (and closed) Swakopmund bar at 8:30 with puppy
Crazy Stuff
In an unnamed Australian sand cay, somewhere in the Great Barrier Reef, I was having my box of singularly tasteless fries when I felt someone looking at me. I looked around, a little puzzled and then down. And there he was, looking at me with his beady eyes accusing. A
First person narratives
Just spent 5 minutes listening to this song. And realised how much I miss South Africa.