A Taxing Time

Disclaimer: This post is in no way remotely related to tax-saving. The writer claims absolute ignorance on the topic of investment & the market. Kindly read at your own risk.

My father has quite often remarked at how he fails to understand my lack of financial awareness, him being a retired bank manager. My mother says that even if I were to be allotted a yearly income of a crore or so, I'd still be broke at the end of the month. My expenditure is directly proportional to my salary & increases in geometric progression. Sadly both are extremely accurate in their observations.

I started working when I was 23 years old. You'd think at 28 I would have saved up enough to buy a house or a car since I'm working in the very lucrative IT industry (if you got the sarcasm, congrats!). All I have is a credit card outstanding amount of 30000 INR.

If you take a look at my Zomato reviews, you'd understand why I'm so broke. Or even the Amazon/Flipkart product reviews will…

A Girls' Trip to Puducherry (Part II)

Puducherry is a beautiful place.
The beaches are pristine, the cuisine wonderful, the whole architecture of the town will leave you in awe. Winters are the best time to visit as the humidity is manageable & though the afternoon sun is harsh, the breeze is cool & soothing. And the early morning walk on Rocky beach is something to be never missed!

So we were a group of 5 wise ladies who had booked train tickets from YPR(Bengaluru) to PDY(Puducherry) & s hotel nearby, well in advance ( more so that no one can back out than for the fear of hotels getting overbooked). We decided to avoid the Christmas/NY crowd & chose a moderately peaceful December weekend for our first ever girls' only trip.

We chose this hotel Le' Mirage and it was good! The location was excellent, as we simply walked down to it after we got off the train. The only disappointing part was the mean lady at the reception who seemed pretty confused about the early check in rules but confident about t…

The Princess' Song

This is a really old story
I hope you will bear with me

once upon a time....
I'll spell it out in a rhyme...

There was a lovely Princess down south
with beautiful locks and a frown on her mouth
for you see she had no song of her own
something written just for her alone

So she travelled far and travelled long
to find it; just that one special song
as all the musicians in her kingdom
happened, to only bring her immense boredom

So she travelled far and she travelled wide
into distant countries crossing fearsome tides
The loud roar of the ocean and the gentle hum of the ship
only making her more determined to find a song for her lips

She sighed upon the sunsets at the Thar
and all the gold that lay at Qatar
Even the Taj Mahal could do nothing
to her aching heart that seeked soothing

She thought perhaps if she fell in love
her woes would be taken care of thereof
and so she sought a handsome man of virtue
the song her heart would finally sing to

But alas here too she did not succe…

The No-Secret Santa

So yesterday I went to a nearby mall. I usually avoid malls, because the compulsive-shopper in me always finds a great excuse as to why I need that new top & then spend the next few minutes looking for something to go with the newly-bought top. Then I have to also find a restaurant to which I can go wearing the new ensemble. And if God forbid the mall has a bookstore, I can be found sitting inside with 2-3 novels in my lap & one in my hand. Worst part is I am the kind who has zero bargaining skills & loads of sympathy for the shopkeepers. So I actually feel sad if I have just asked the assistant to show me millions of dresses & then bought nothing. And I wonder why I am always broke.

Moving on... so I went to the mall to buy a gift for a person I may have talked to once in my entire duration of stay at work. Have you heard of the Secret Santa thing? Yes, you have. Because I am pretty sure you have also spent the past few days debating on whether you can just wrap up a 2…

A Girls' Trip Reference (or not)-Part I

So after writing my last depressing post about how I am going to probably be asleep when the clock strikes 12 & people get new year kisses, I have since improved my mood & returned from a girls only trip to Puducherry.

I'm currently running on coffee after 3.5hrs of sleep and hence penning down my experience at the only place where I am actually required to be awake-my office (really if the HR guys were bored enough one day & chance upon my blog, I'd be in so much trouble!). I am an otherwise diligent employee, but c'mon! It's the Monday after a trip.

So here I am, all wise after spending nearly 3 days with a group of girls and surviving without making it to the local news. Let me impart some of my newly-found gyaan to you innocent bumbling idiots who think a girls only trip would be such a blast-

Rule no.1- Never & I mean NEVER underestimate the camera addiction of a girl with makeup on..
And never take good pictures of your friends or you're doomed fo…

An Extroverted Introvert's New Year's Eve Dilemma

The first week of December is over! Yes, that's done with. Today is the 4th last Friday of 2017 people!!! Just 3 weeks to 2018. Do you even know what you're doing on new year's eve? No??!! Have I induced enough panic? Good.
I currently reside in Bengaluru-a city which lives for its weekends, because let's face it, the weekdays are a blur of wake up-traffic-office-traffic-sleep. It's a city where #TGIF is the most over-hyped, over-used hashtag; where people actually sit & enjoy music in the pubs in stark contrast to dancing like they are at someone's baaraat, where stand-up comedy & theatre, lit-fests, flea markets are organized by the bored IT-junta in a last ditch attempt to give meaning to their lives. In short, you can imagine what a nightmare it would be for new year's eve (and here I skillfully avoid mentioning last year's M.G road fiasco).
While most of us wander-lusts would be counting off the ticket stubs/ boarding passes to check if we ha…

Tumhari Sulu-Feminism with a Smile

In the age of misdirected, compromised feminism, and the ever-present patriarchy, a film like Tumhari Sulu, is like the first spring blossom, the lyrical call of the cuckoo you hear in the middle of the February cold. Excuse the funny parallels I draw, but that's the best I could describe it. 

This is not a movie review, but just an attempt to  draw the Indian audience's attention to good cinema. This is for those who dismiss films starring a voluptuous, middle-aged housewife as the protagonist, with no gun-blasting men, or item songs that border on the brink of being classified as porn; as 'boring'. 

When I was watching this movie with my friends, I reminisced about the good old 90's era TV shows, where humour didn't involve sexual innuendo or roasting someone without their permission. There was no 'bajana' type of jokes, and although the story revolved around a late-night talk show on radio, the dialogues were far from suggestive. 

Yes this film had a wo…