Having grown up in an India of fewer privileges, most parents today tend to romanticize the simpler days of their childhood. It has been my experience that the generation of ‘too much’ cannot fathom how a childhood spent without the internet, fancy gadgets, on-demand entertainment and shopping malls could be a happy one.
I have seen my children look at me with sympathy when I tell them that my summer holidays were spent reading books and swimming with my friends, and that travel or television was only a very small part of these. They are unable to comprehend the joys of playtime that only ever involved board games, the thrill of going over your stamp collection over a languid summer afternoon, and the delicious anticipation of a homemade pizza. Continue reading
Over the years, I have felt more than an occasional pang while interacting with women who have managed good parenting and brilliant careers without compromising on either. Most of these women, I noticed, had a support system in place with grandparents or a spouse with flexible working hours to help raise their children. Continue reading
I am a dog, a Lhasa to be more precise. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I am a common mountain breed as far as canines go; but I am happy to belong to a sturdy stock or I would not have lasted seventeen years with my human. That’s right, seventeen is exactly how old … Continue reading
A holiday in the tea estates of Darjeeling with two nature hating creatures. (As featured in the Conde Nast Traveller)
Why Darjeeling isn’t everyone’s cup of tea
What are the best camps for your kids this summer?
There is something strange going on at our house. The Older Child of the family is behaving in a manner that is neither normal, nor has it been previously witnessed in this household. Yesterday mother walked into the house and found the child lying stretched on the living room floor, staring at her phone screen, her hand dextrously tapping away on it. Continue reading
The other night I heard a remarkably macabre story, one that would undoubtedly make Brothers Grimm turn in their crypts. No, am not referring to the Indrani-Sheena murder story that by the looks of it promises to stretch into seasonal episodes. The story I am referring to is one that the husband told our seven-year-old … Continue reading
“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” — Samuel Johnson So well, it is another glorious summer here in London, the English summer … Continue reading