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Mind your language

March 15, 2014

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It’s been more than two weeks since i got back from my travels in India and thrown into a non stop breaking news. All the headlines Pistorius, Ukraine and the missing Malaysian airplane just seem to keep giving. Four hours of live news coverage is taxing and you really do have to be on the […]

If in doubt go topless

March 6, 2014

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Last night at Wendal Roderick’s fashion party in Mumbai, T’s friend the Bollywood actress came up to me and said, “Asha have you seen that young man?” I spun around and at the bar was an Asian guy wearing a black leather jacket zipped up only half way. He was shirtless. Who thinks that is […]

Jet Set

March 5, 2014

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On Tuesday night both T and I thought I was flying home, so it was meant to be a send off of sorts. I’ll come back to this later…. …..After the Brett Lee photo debacle (see last blogpost), we went off to eat some awesome Indian seafood in the Phoenix Mall and then headed to […]

Elephanta Caves

March 5, 2014

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The slow boat over was exactly that. We were going against the current. Surprisingly the boat left dead on time at 1430. Wow a miracle, the first mode of transport in India that has been punctual. I paid the extra 10p to sit on top desk, found a seat and closed my eyes. All the […]

How not to take a celebrity photo

March 4, 2014

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I got back late from Elephanta Caves this afternoon still nursing a hangover. It was rush hour and it took me an hour to get back to the flat in heavy Mumbai traffic. There was no way on earth I was gonna make the Jimmy Choo party. I called T and asked him to message […]

Mumbai

March 4, 2014

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Yesterday I learnt a new acronym. NRI. Sounds like a terrorist group but it’s not. Neither is it a political party. It stands for Non Resident Indian. That’s what I am. In Mumbai this gives you status and clout. T picked me up from the airport yesterday afternoon and gave me an almighty bear hug […]

Wedding Fever

March 4, 2014

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The last four days have been spent over indulging and partying in the most extravagant way in Delhi for Noodle’s wedding. I am a broken woman. I have averaged five hours sleep for the last four days, spent most of those hours shaking my butt on various dance floors wearing heels and elaborate Indian clothes. […]