Happy 2018! Here’s hoping this year turns out to be the best ever for the world over.

Have you kept any New Year’s Resolutions? A while ago, my resolution was to never keep a resolution again! This mainly stems from the fact that my past promises lay on the premise of exceptionally unrealistic fitness goals and super-speedy weight-loss.

Let’s face it, I’ve come to own my chubbiness and will leave my gymming inhibitions for another post. Come 2018, I’ve kept not one but a total of 4 New Year’s resolutions and I promise none of these have even the slightest inkling about weight-loss… or world peace.


Are Selfies fun or narcissistic? Arguably the backbone of social media as we know it, selfies are no passing phase and here to stay. Despite its popularity, selfies also get a whole load of slack. 

When Bollywood blockbuster ‘Airlift‘ released in late January this year, it brought back bittersweet memories of the Gulf War. My family and I were in Kuwait during the summer of 1990, and through the innocent eyes of adolescence, I can still vividly remember all that unfolded.

Airlift is an action-packed Bollywood movie that is based on the real-life bravery of an Indian businessman. Mathunny Mathews is credited for being one of the people responsible for fixing a deal with the Indian government and safely airlifting over 170,000 Indians back to India from Iraq-invaded Kuwait. Till this movie came out, I had never heard of Mr. Mathews, and if he ever reads this, I would like to say we are eternally grateful to him as my family and I were one of the many families who’s lives he managed to save.

However, our story in Iraq-invaded Kuwait was rather different from what was portrayed in the movie, and given today is August 2nd, the 26th anniversary of the Iraqi invasion, I wanted to share some of my personal memoirs from the Gulf War with you.

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This artwork was edited from aljazeera.com

Last Friday we bid a teary farewell to my beloved father. No one ever told me how painful it would be to lose a parent. I feel like my heart has been ripped out raw from my rib-cage.


When he was diagnosed with lymphoma nearly two years ago, I had no idea what that meant. A Google search linked it to the dreaded ‘C’ word. Lymphoma is a form of cancer that progressively takes over the lymph system, and brings immunity to a faltering halt.

A father is every girl’s very first hero, and mine was a true warrior. He battled with the cancer with unfailing optimism, and even in the dreariest of days, his faith in the Almighty remained rock-solid.