As much as is it's sometimes easy to forget your heritage when you're not living in your home country, you are often given subtle reminders of where you come from. For example, I've been born, raised, and living in Dubai pretty much all my life, yet there come times when I am sweetly reminded of the Indian in me.Take for example this little scenario. I was at a friend's place chatting with his mum for a bit, and I happened to mention that I was attending a wedding the following weekend. Here's the conversation, word for word:Me: ...oh and I'm attending 's (so and so's) wedding this weekend.Her: Oh really? That's nice. Full story...
A small note from me today - I checked my email this morning to find that my blog has won the Bronze Award on BestGayBlogs.
I absolutely love Wanda Sykes. Her stand-up comedy is some of the funniest I've seen in a long time.
Every once in a while, you're reminded that there are some pretty close-minded people in this world.
Change is here.This is the mantra echoed by Barack Obama during his campaign, and one that is now shouted from the rooftops after his successful election.
With the impending release of the much over-hyped movie Dostana, it made me realize that there are quite a lot of queer films coming out with Indian leads.
My mum is an endless source of entertainment for me (as well as stress). Today she asked me if my bathroom bath sponge needed replacing.
My 2 week vacation in the UK has finally come to a close, with this being my last 'free day' before I start packing up everything tomorrow for my evening flight.
9:05amI'm sitting in the departure lounge of Gate 113 at Dubai Airport, waiting to board my plane to London.
A few months ago I blogged about the 'Trophy Husband' - the guy who's dragged around and paraded by his wife in front of her friends.
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