Most of my childhood memories are related to dance. Rehearsing, travelling, the whole process of dressing up, responses from the audiences, the actual performance, the goof ups. Dance was an integral part of my life. Going to dance class directly from school was routine. I started learning Bharatanatyam around the age of five, my parents tell me that I danced around quite a bit at home and they figured that this was something I would enjoy. Because of the nature of my

Last year, around late April, I found myself sitting in front of the City Hall building, in New York City. On my right was the Brooklyn bridge, and on my left, the big Wall Street Bull. I was waiting for a friend to pick me up, and in the interim, I had a few minutes to myself. Sitting on that park bench that sat opposite the heritage building’s façade, I remember thinking to myself, “My dance has brought me here”.

Since no one ever asks a man how it feels to be a man on a certain day, it is with certain indulgence that we have to approach this question. Not all women have similar human rights or control money, if they did, their futures and that of the country will be different. To acknowledge that all is not well is the first step, to understand we have to do something every single day at homes and in work places

I was born in the Steel city of India, Jamshedpur. Having always excelled in studies, I was keen on becoming a doctor but my parents were strict and conservative and did not want me to pursue that career. I was good looking and ambitious, was known to be a rebel who did not want to marry or give dowry. I was however, married off while doing MBA after which I moved to Bangalore and continued studying as hard as I could. With over 13 years

You could call it a mere coincidence but I got my first period on Women’s Day. That’s right. I was only 10. Because of which, my mother was completely unprepared for the drama that unfolded by her clueless daughter who was convinced her kidneys had failed. After a lot of mayhem, my mother sat me down along with my grandmother, and gave me a brief explanation about Menstruation. I was relieved that it meant my kidneys were still functioning normally;

Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte. I am sure many of you have heard these names.  Growing up, I often wondered if I will ever be able to find these girls in my life. Can I share with them my darkest secrets? Can they confide their love and heartbreaks to me and more than anything will they love fashion like I do? As life goes on and we tend to get more involved with our husbands and our children will these we draft apart? Entrepreneurship is a lonely

Photography happened to me, way back in my teens, when my Dad bought me a point and shoot camera with my tiny fortune from an accidentally broken piggy bank. Initially the camera around my neck was more of a prized possession and often a free entry ticket to events and parties in the neighbourhood. Moreover being a shy kid, I often found myself behind a camera rather than in front and before I knew, I developed a liking for  how

“Why is there no men’s day, everyday is woman’s day”, someone remarked. This is not a day to remember your mother, sister, or any other role women are bound to. So, before you buy into the ‘women need to be pampered’ gimmick, know that this day was meant as a victory for women’s rights. Happy Women’s Day has become an empty wish without knowing why this began to be celebrated. What has now become a marketing opportunity, was the first

A woman is someone who gives birth to a man… There is a hidden man in every woman… There is no man without a woman… We should never feel less than a man… Whether you are a working woman or a house wife… Just remember you are equal to man and perhaps much more… You can handle more, bear more, and sacrifice more… Love yourself and be the best version of yourself… Give your best to the world the world needs women like you.. Like me…

I remember it well, it was 1999 and I was in the 9th standard. A new chemistry teacher had joined our school and her first lesson to us about Atoms and the Periodic table just blew my mind. I distinctly remember the excitement with which I regaled my amused and delighted Father about every last detail I had learned that day! I remember poring over the table later, being wonder-struck, learning about the elements, their properties, and all the ways