Survival Guide: Transportation In India
Every country has its own little idiosyncrasies on the streets that make it special. Differences with the people, with the infrastructure of the roads, and…
Bangalore Street Life Part 2: Entrepreneurs, Sleeping Beauties & Men Who Pee
Welcome to part two (read part one here) in what I’m now guessing will be a never-ending series of tales from the ‘hood. (more…)
Why Indians Drink Without Touching Lips to the Cup or Bottle
The first time I actually saw someone doing it, it looked strange but I didn’t think too much about it. I just assumed it was…
Indian Men And Flirting Online With White Women
If you follow my blog then you already know that I'm not in a relationship. I'm not big on dating at the moment and I…
Indian Men, Stop Pursuing White Women for Sport
If you follow my blog then you already know that I'm not in a relationship. I'm not big on dating at the moment and I…
Why Do Some Indians Scream and Cause a Scene to Get What They Want?
Today I was at my neighbourhood Airtel office, queuing to pay my bill because I still don’t have the online payment system sorted. There was a sweet lady in her 50s in front of me who I had exchanged a few words with…woo hoo, only one person left in front of me. (more…)
Shopping for Knickers in Bangalore – Grannie Panties Or Go Commando?
When I was a young girl I remember, for whatever strange reason, the fun of going “underwear” shopping with my mom and sister in California.…
The Indian Sausage Fest, Always More Men Than Women at Nightlife Venues
I’ve been living in Bangalore now for close to five months and I’m still not really on board yet with the different sets of rules…
Bangalore Traffic is Like Being in a Real-Life Game of FROGGER
I grew up in southern California in the 80s. We loved neon, hairspray rock bands, MTV and – like, for sure, totally, like oh-my-god – the mall. Didn’t matter if we needed to buy anything or not, the mall was the place to hang out. (more…)
Nightlife Dancing Ban? Eh Gov’nor! We Want to Dance in Bangalore!
The first time I saw a Bollywood war film I about died laughing. It was fabulous and bloody and tragic for the first 30 minutes or so. (more…)
Why Can’t Indians Do Personal Tasks Alone? From Job Interviews to Hair Appointments, Is Life Better Shared?
I’m always amazed when I see Indians pair up to do tasks that, for me, are a one-woman or one-man job. The first time I recall being a bit shocked was at my old hair salon in UB City. (more…)
Indians Love Paan! My Day Working with Pandit Outside Airlines Hotel in Bangalore
I can’t honestly recall the first drag of a cigarette I smoked. I suppose it was a cigarette a friend had stolen from their parents…