2020 – did you get out of the wrong side of the bed? Yes, the year 2020 is officially Sc#$#d. But personally the most exasperating year was 2018. I call it “To Flea or Not to Flea!” It was a maddening flea outbreak year for my pet labrador Joey! The flea attack was so heinous
Tips on being productive while working from home during COVID-19 pandemic I remember the last I worked from home at a stretch was when I was doing freelancing. And it was a decade back. That time I was single, had my mom take care of my meals and my siblings – who’d try to nag
QuaRANTine – I will RANT! I remember attending the wedding of my husband – Jay’s friend’s sister, in January. There we met another friend of Jay’s who recently returned from China. And we started talking about a virus that’s affecting many in China. Big Question Mark On Our Future Jay also advised his ‘friend’ not
International Women Day – celebrated around the world on March 8. The date was ensued based on several luminous historical events siphoned by women. Click and learn everything about the women’s movements that transformed female entities today. It was just another day – March 8, 2020 – Sunday. I wake up to an outflow of
Effing Weird About The Beard The worst part of having PCOS is not the lurking relatives, bantering over your head about their expectation of carrying a 10-pounder life in my uterus … no, it’s not that. It’s the effing “beard”. The struggle is real people. I get it. I feel you “Men”. I feel you!
Practice makes perfect. And what is perfection? Perfection is a perception. What might seem perfect for you will look otherwise to another person? Perfection is not absolute theory. It’s the amalgamation of grit, effort, desire, and passion for churning out a result as per your perception. No one is perfect (except for our furry-doggo babies!)
“You say the best, when you say nothing at all…” ~ Ronan Keating. And just like the song, Google’s John Mueller recently divulged that word count is not a ranking factor of Google. Being an ICSE student, we were conditioned by our teachers to stick to the point when it comes to solving a problem
didi /ˈdiːdiː/ Noun INDIAN Older sister. The power of having an MBA degree is ginormous. It’s like a status symbol for many in Indian society, just like IITians, Engineering, or a yogi (oops!). MBA and startups rock in the same cradle. Got one, start one. However, the “real” marketing tips and tricks are stored in
Getting your eyebrows done is nothing less than a pain. Ask any girl. But I want my bushy eyebrows back. And it is all for its aesthetics and not some fashion fad.
Nine Months’ Wait It was a nine months’ wait before we could cradle our little one. Nine months of thinking, dodging, tripping, being apprehensive of the future with our little one. Should we have one? Can we manage our life with a new member? We haven’t done this before, so can we succeed in the
January 1, 2019 – Usual routine – hit the gym and get ready for home. But it was a new spectacle at the cardio room – 10 new members. All slogging, grinding and going at it – like it’s their New Year Resolution… hmm – Well, it was! What’s with New Year Resolutions? It’s like
The day I first started my periods I immediately witnessed the anatomical transition. It went from a Box to a Pear. My agony then, “Now I have to worry about bras!?” Not just bras my friend, I had another war brigade approaching my facial home turf – “The Pimple Brigade”. They were ruthless. I fought
“Eat to live” or “Live to Eat”? Latter one … Always the latter! I don’t know about you, but I wake up planning my breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner and post-dinner every single day – more than my household chores and professional tasks. Hmm, what does that say about me? That I am a Super FOODIE!
My husband landed at the Agartala airport – he was on his monthly visit to his native place – and immediately gave me a call. “You know, there is a 48-hour internet blackout here?” Infuriated he continues, “Some WhatsApp rumor of child abduction is going on. two hawkers from Uttar Pradesh were lynched!” PROGRESSIVE INDIA
I was 20 years’ of age, when my neighbor had her first baby boy – who was cute as a marshmallow. He was so angelic and cuddly that no one could resist going ‘awwww’ ‘ulebalooo’ ‘giddigiddigoo’ and use every gibberish or alien-lingua in store. Each day, I would stop by my neighbor’s place to simply