A gentle breeze blowing on a hot summer’s day. Sitting in my balcony with a glass of lemonade in hand, observing the fast moving traffic, the distant ships in the sea, the children bicycling down the path, the elderly doing tai chi…I started walking, walking down memory lane, to the near past and then to… {Read More}
“Sorry ya, the line got cut!”
“Jis vyakti se aap sampark karna chahte hain, woh vyakti is samay vyast hain, kripya line par rahe ya thodi der baad dial kare” (the person you wish to speak to is busy at the moment, please stay on the line or call back later). The calm, soothing recorded voice played over and over again… {Read More}
Mumbai – the ‘sandwich’ city!
It’s 6:20 am and as I laze around gently swinging on the cane chair in my balcony, listening to the sweet chirping of the birds, feeling the cool monsoon breeze in my hair and the quiet solitude, it is hard to believe that I am in the city of Mumbai. Give it a couple of hours and… {Read More}
Close encounters of the smelly kind
India is a land of contrasts. From the majestic Himalayas in the North to the beaches in the South, from the remoteness in villages to the urban jungle in cities, from fast-moving Ferraris to bullock carts trudging along the same road, from serene temples to boisterous markets, we have it all. Within all these contrasts… {Read More}
Rape in Mumbai
In one of my recent posts Bombay meri jaan I have mentioned about the survival spirit of Bombayites or should I say Mumbaikars, how they face all kinds of odds with a smile and how they get tougher mentally, enough to feel comfortable living in any part of the world. While I had said it… {Read More}
Bombay meri jaan!
“Next!” calls out the receptionist as the heavily pregnant woman takes another tired step forward and inches her way ahead in the serpentine queue to collect the admission form for her yet to be born child. Unknowingly the baby feels yet another jerk in the womb as she patiently waits along with her mother in… {Read More}
Happy Navroze!
21st March. A day to celebrate every year. A time when I always miss my home, my colony, my city. I am a Parsi by birth and although my early ancestors must have been born in Persia (now Iran) before they fled their country to escape the invasion of the Arabs, I and most of… {Read More}
Street shopping
This article was featured on Sassy Mama, a leading family portal in Hong Kong, on April 24, 2013. Visit http://sassymamahk.com/sassy-mama-mehroo-goes-street-shopping-in-sai-ying-pun/ I am a lover of small boutique shops, specially the ones on the street. When I have nothing specific to buy I love browsing through street markets whether they are in HK or Mumbai or… {Read More}
Leaving the corporate world – the biggest role change
Once upon a time I used to be a career girl. After doing my business management from a reputed institution in Mumbai, I embarked upon a new life, a life filled with strangers, strangers who later became friends, filled with meetings, felt very important sitting for my very first one, making presentations, meeting targets and… {Read More}
My summer holiday
Just before the start of any long holiday or a school-break, I often hear mums complaining about how they have a long holiday ahead and how difficult it would be to keep the kids busy and occupied. At the end of the holidays however when we are back to school it comes as no surprise to me… {Read More}
