Could this trip take 9 months?

I have 9 months to find myself. There’s too much dead skin and now I’m waiting for the new me to drop out of the mucus in this imaginary pod. Along the way, I think I forgot the things that made me happy and worked too hard to learn the things that “mattered” in the…

How to stay sane on Twitter

I had good intentions to write something nice and interesting but try as I might I couldn’t stop thinking about figuratively losing my hair today as I engaged in what I thought were well intended discussions on my timeline. Twitter is a dumping ground for information, fun facts, thoughts and ideas. It is not limited…

How to join the conservation equation

For as long as we can remember, we’ve been saving elephants and rhinos. Then almost a decade ago, lions numbers were dwindling at an alarming rate from being poisoned by the Maasai for killing their livestock – and we had to save them too. Now we have about 20,000 lions left in the wild. In…

Africa beats like my heart

I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to find myself. I think its these manenos of growing up in India. But I’m not complaining. I feel so proud. The blood that runs in my veins is calling out today. A.F.R.I.C.A. My blood is red, my mind is alert and my heart belongs right…

The Italians did it!

I strongly believe that a person’s roots are a very important factor in establishing one’s individuality. Where did they come from? What name was passed down to them and why? Why do they love chicken? Why are they so proud to be associated with certain things…? There are so many questions. You can never answer…

french in, french out

For a good chunk of my life, I have been avoiding French like the plague. What kind of good Christian girl would I be if my tongue let slip in moments of heated exasperation? By French in this case, I mean expletives. Maybe I should use a small f so as not to be rude….

Give me the truth! Somebody, anybody…

The Hague Trial has taken so long. After such a positive start, after all the hearts that were beating to the same drum, the euphoria dried up and the message got lost in smoke. It was all about the deaths right? The killing of what we loosely term as brothers and sisters. What was it,…

What to do with ‘bad news’

There’s lots of bad news on television. Horrendous things happening in different parts of the country, almost like clockwork. An eight-year-old child is raped, knows her attacker, but no action is taken because she is poor. GSU officers demand bribes on other people’s property because they have the power to arm-twist their way out of…

Do not introduce yourself at parties!

It’s been just over two hours since I arrived in Ibiza and I have stopped trying to introduce myself to people. My reasons are valid. Like… Since about 7am today I’ve been kicking it with Niek from Heineken, spoken in sign language, shared “My Talking Tom” with a non-English speaking Spaniard on the plane… Then…