5 Things About a Gym


I’m not a fitness conscious person, although I’ve always wish I was. I wish I had the motivation to work towards becoming stronger. I enjoy walking but that doesn’t happen much anymore because I live in a city that’s too humid, drenched in rains for about four months in a year and has too much traffic. These things get to me now more than they did before, especially when I want to go for a walk and get a little peace of mind. So, like most people who want to try getting fit, I have decided once again to start going to the gym. This would be my third attempt in five years, actually. Today is day two.


So, here are 5 things that make or break a gym (in my books)-

  1. Distance


The gym should be close to where I live. I don’t own or know how to drive a car and taking a taxi to the gym is too much fuss. So, one thing I look for in a gym is how close it is to my flat, so I can walk there. I have major commitment issues with a gym and long-distance doesn’t work for me.

  1. Space


Gyms are spacious in general, I know, but sometimes, to accommodate more members in a busy time slot, they stack their equipment a little too close to each other. I am big on personal space, so having some distance between me and the next guy, is something I value, especially when I’m doing some squats/lunges/etc. I’m not the most confident exercise-r because I’m out-of-shape so I don’t need the extra stress of being super conscious when I’m in there.

  1. People


I’m not judgmental about who comes to the gym- the unhealthier the people, the better, because I’m one of them. When I say people, I mean, the number. I cannot deal with crowded gyms. That’s the biggest thing that puts me off, really. Which is why I like going in the afternoons, before the office crowds start pouring in. I don’t need you seeing me struggle on my 7th push-up.

  1. Trainers


This is one of the reasons, I wasn’t interested in continuing with the last gym. I despise having a gym trainer keeping an eye out on me and telling me what to do and what not to do. I just want to be left alone. Having them breathe down my neck, when I haven’t asked them to, gets annoying. Also, I don’t do well under pressure. “Give my 20 more of this!” NO.

  1. Music


This is more of a side-note peeve. Yes, pumping music is always a good motivation. But sometimes the music they play in there is quite horrible. Like, you could be playing Alan Walker remixes and I’m up for that. Then, suddenly, a stupid wedding-type Bollywood song comes on. WHY? And it’s too loud to drown out with my own earphones. So, I end up doing a tricep dumbbell kickback to “Dilli Wali Girlfriend” *rolls eyes*


3 Things to Remember When Planning Your Wedding

Once upon a time there was a girl whose standards were tall and expectations high when it came to love. As unrealistic as they were, she knew that very few people fall in love for real and that maybe not everybody finds it, secretly hoping she does.

Fast forward 20 or so years and here I am, newly married, happy and writing about it already.

Unlike most girls, I had never dreamed about getting married. So when we decided to do it, I didn’t know what I wanted our wedding to be like. I started planning my wedding from scratch and spent nine months completely engrossed in nothing but that. Time flew quickly and the day arrived suddenly.


It’s been a couple of months since then and now I have time to look back and reminisce. Here are the three things I learnt from that, and maybe it might help you too:

1. Don’t Sweat the small stuff


I had picked a colour theme for my wedding- Marsala, Off-white and Gold. I also knew that I would prefer a vintage to a modern décor theme. Those were two of the biggest and easiest decisions I made about the wedding. I am an attention-to-detail kind of person, so I had very specific ideas about the ‘look and feel’ of my wedding, every little thing. Although, when the day came, it turned out that not everything was the way I wanted it to be. And you know what? It didn’t matter. Not to us (we were the happy to be married, and also tired) and not to the guests. Everyone did tell us how beautiful the wedding was though, even the ones who didn’t attend but saw the pictures. So, if you cant find the right shade of napkins or if the tablecloth isn’t the exact same shade as the flowers on the wedding arch, don’t sweat it because…

2. …things will go wrong


You’ve heard the expression/law that “anything that can go wrong will go wrong”? At a wedding there are a hundred things that can go wrong, so there’s a high chance of atleast some things going wrong. The sooner you make peace with it and remember the first point, the better. At my wedding, none of the drapes/cloths matched the colour of the flowers- they were wine instead of marsala; I tore a little lace of my wedding gown during the photo-shoot; we couldn’t do the first dance; I didn’t walk down the aisle to the song I had picked; my polaroid camera that we were using for the guestbook got stolen… I can go on. With all that happening I had to remind myself that I couldn’t let these things ruin my mood or my wedding. What’s important is to remind yourself (or ask your Maid of Honour to remind you) that your wedding day is about you and your husband and celebrating your marriage! Don’t let it be about anything else but that, don’t let a couple of trivialities steal the thunder that belongs to you.

3. It’s okay to let it out


But in case things do get to you over the course of your planning months, which at some point they will, it’s perfectly normal to vent it out. You’ll feel better afterwards, take it from me.

I am a pretty composed and patient person but, I don’t do well under pressure. I could feel the stress of our do-it-ourself wedding, especially during the last few days leading up to the wedding. On the day of, I was starting to freak out about things happening on time and happening right, till I couldn’t keep it all in and one tiny little thing made me lash out. Oh, was it bad! I was shouting at my family and all the emotions I was feeling, from frustration to anger, came out one by one. It wasn’t a pretty sight. When the storm subsided, I realized I needed that, I needed to let go of all the pent up negative emotions I was harbouring. My family understood it too eventually. And things became okay after my then-boyfriend-now-husband came to calm me down (he’s the only one who can). The rest of my wedding was then drama-free, at least on my end.

A friend of mine told me that she had a similar situation the night before her big day.

Maybe you’ll have an episode before the wedding, maybe you wont- either way IT’S OKAY TO LET IT OUT.

Here’s to you getting married! May your nerves be balmy and your tulle fluffy.




There is an intangible charm about Bombay. Everybody who lives in and loves the city, has their reasons but if you ask them what is so great about their city, their first answer would be “Everything!” followed by their list of city-loves. 

This is my list of those reasons. For Part I click here

4. For Your Convenience



Mumbai Dabbawallahs

Most people in this city are on the run. It’s very fast paced and it’s easy to fall short of time. This is why the services that help people save time and more hardship, have thrived here. I say conveniences but I mean door step delivery. After living here, getting things delivered to my workplace and home had become such a regular thing that when I went to visit my parents for a couple of days, I found the lack of convenience difficult and annoying. Here you can get home-cooked meals, restaurant food, groceries, fresh baked bread, potted plants, alcohol, fish and meats, vegetables, makeup, jewellery and even medicines delivered home, and not just by popular websites that take 3-5 working days but also local shops and stores that take less than an hour. How do others do without it?

5. For the Foodies



Mohammad Ali Road serves Iftari food till 4am


If you’re a foodie like me, you will love this city. There is no street in Bombay where you wont find a restaurant or food stall! That’s no exaggeration. People here love to eat. A foodie knows that hunger can strike anywhere and at any time of the day. Which is why this city is your stomach’s best friend. You don’t even have to take a taxi, rickshaw or your car out- there will always be some place at walking distance to calm satisfy your munchies, a chips stand, vada-pav seller or a pani-puri walla, if nothing else. There are dabbawalas who will deliver meals to your office every day and home every evening. There are also ‘Maushis’ who sell their home-cooked food by the street, a full plate of healthy, home-y food, and they feed you with love. But my absolute favourite thing about the Bombay food scene is that, even if hunger strikes at 3am and you go food hunting, you will always find a place or two, that serves delectable food, you will never be disappointed.

P.s. Food is one of my favourite things in the world and I can talk about it endlessly, but maybe I’ll save that for another post!

6. This is where I found my soul mate.


A 1974 Bollywood Movie title that says it for me


There’s a lot to love about this city. A lot of people who judge it by it’s superficiality, don’t understand it. And that’s okay. As for me, every time I return to Bombay after a break, it feels like I’m home again.


Why do I Love Bombay? Part I


Mumbai (or Bombay, as many of us like to call it) is known by its many names. It’s the city that never sleeps, the city of dreams.

Even though I wasn’t born or brought up here, Bombay has been home to me and over 11 million people, for a long time. I am what they would call an “outsider”, but Bombay is made of “outsiders”, it’s a city that accepts anybody brave enough to survive it- no questions asked, no prerogatives.

No place is perfect, they all have their flaws. This city does too, maybe too many, but I, and millions of people from around the world who live here, love it despite those shortcomings.

Here’s why I do-

  1. The People

CST at anytime of the day

If you’ve ever been to this city, you know how over-crowded it is. From local trains to restaurants, there are one too many people occupying every little space and corner. I’m not saying that I love the number of people here but the kind. Mumbaikars will smile back at you. Even a rickshaw-walla will lend you his phone to call somebody if you’ve lost yours (like I once did). Very few people will cheat you here and even if they do, there will be 10 others on the street to help you. It doesn’t matter here how much money you have, what cars you drive or who your “connections” are. People of Bombay have heart. There are no judgments here. And if you’re lonely, you can be sure of making friends in this city, no matter who you are or what you like or where you come from.

  1. You’re Safe Here

Girgaon Chowpatty at night

If you’re and Indian and have ever been told that it’s not safe to stay out after dark, there are only two possibilities- one, you’re a girl/woman and two, you don’t live in Bombay. I have lived in quite a few cities, and I can say that Bombay is the only city that doesn’t scare me if I’m out at 2am. There might be a guy or two who annoys you by being a little too friendly but nothing happens that makes you worry about your safety. This is one of the positives about there being too many people around, you’re never alone, nobody could dare to do anything wrong to you in sight of 50 other people and get away with it. You could be out at midnight and see college kids goofing about, young couples taking a stroll by the sea, dog owners and new parents spending some alone time outside, joggers and old and new lovers, all out, just like you, enjoying some calm before their day ends.

  1. You’ll Never be Bored

One of the many graffiti walls in Bandra

Bombay is brimming with creativity and life. No matter what part of the city you’re in, there’s always something to do, see, take part in, and experience. We have sea-views, lakes, hills if you’re a nature lover; epic street shopping hubs if you’re indulgent; famous street food selling opposite five star restaurants; museums and heritage buildings for history buffs; art galleries and tasteful graffiti for art lovers; stand up comedy and low-budget plays for those who love theatre; from celebrity spotting to being a movie extra. The list is endless and the choice is yours. You’ll never be bored here. All you have to do is step out and explore!

More reasons why I love Bombay in my next post ( :

(Disclaimer: The last three images aren’t mine)



Matheran: Abandoned Homes- A Testimony to Time


Sometimes when I travel, there a certain moments when I have an amazing experience that is hard to describe. I come across certain things that make me feel a lot of emotions without any rational reason. These experiences are not something that I can portray while recounting the stories about my trips with my friends, but are secret memories that are recalled every so often in the privacy of my thoughts.

During my trip to Matheran, I experienced one of those moments when I was hiking with my travel partner, with no objective of getting anywhere, but just exploring the areas beyond the points where the paths ended. We came across two or three abandoned houses. It looked like these houses were abandoned a long, long time ago. These homes looked loving and comforting, from whatever was left of them, but they weren’t cared for; there was an air of melancholy around them. These bungalows weren’t creepy like most abandoned places are doomed to be. They felt sincere, resilient and that had they been given a chance, they would be a doting home to a happy family.

If you would let your imagination run free, you could almost see kids running around in a large front yard, wearing bright raincoats and wellington boots, building mountains and digging wells in the wet mud. You could picture the parents sitting on the beautifully tiled front porch, drinking hot tea and watching over the kids. You could almost hear the calming music drifting from inside as it floats through the cold, moist air. With nothing but trees and clouds around, nobody disturbs the dream that this, now broken down, home lets you live in. 

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To some these houses are just walls covered in moss; or maybe even an eyesore in a picturesque wilderness; they could be perceived as a consequence of the hardships of inconvenience because maintenance in a no-vehicle ecosystem is hard. To me, these houses stand as a testimony to time- houses that have perhaps known love and lost, lived through centuries. They are now destined to wear out and be forgotten, except in the minds of the few who will still choose to see them through the eyes of a dream.  


Matheran: From Taxis to Horses

I, like everybody else in Mumbai, am in dire need of a break come weekends.


The fast life takes a toll on you. Even five days of commuting to work, slogging in a heavily air-conditioned workspace, breathing in the occasionally mysteriously stinking polluted air, sweating and walking shoulder to shoulder with millions of people trying to make ends meet, just like you… Just five days of this are overwhelming enough to make you scamper away for a while, just to gain perspective on life.

There are several tiny weekend getaway places around Mumbai. The more popular ones get so crowded that you find yourself right in the middle of the chaos you ran away from. But that doesn’t mean that these places aren’t beautiful. The only thing is, timing is essential to enjoying and soaking in the richness of these places.

SarahSays 1350Matheran is one such place, a popular little hill-station just a local train-ride and a cab-hire away. It’s so close to the city and yet such a contrast, that you forget about the city you’ve been calling ‘Home’ as soon as you reach. One of the most noteworthy things about Matheran is its No-Vehicles Policy. There are no vehicles allowed in Matheran beyond Dasturi Point. In Mumbai, sometimes I wear my headphones even without music, just to cut out the traffic noises. In Matheran, wearing headphones feels like a sin because the only sounds you will be drowning out would be the wind and birds and the clip-clop of the horses passing by.

There are two means of reaching Matheran from Dasturi Car Park- walking or horse ride. Alternately, there are also hand-carts for older people or those with a lot of luggage. SarahSays 1357 I have never ridden a horse before for more than ten minutes, so I jumped at the idea of riding one for almost 4 kilometers, to the hotel. D, my travel partner, and I found a guy with two horses and started our journey through the mulch and trees. During the horse ride, the horse-owner talked all the way to our destination. He talked about how people like him, from the mountains, feel suffocated in cities. He told us about about the prices of the horses, how they are traded in Nagpur, how they are brought all the way to Matheran and trained… My horse, named Abhimanyu, was a favourite amongst tourists, he told us. D’s was called Mowgli who was a little stubborn but was liked by kids because of his name.  

The horse ride was one of my favourite things about Matheran. There was a nip in the air and I could smell the trees and the wet, red mud. These smells are hard to describe but those who know how a forest smells in the monsoons, know how precious these little things are.

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Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of a puddle. A puddle that suddenly makes you realize that you’re in a monotonous looIMG-20150411-WA0030p. It brings you down. It’s not that something’s wrong, it’s the absence of anything new that frustrates you.

What do you do then? You try to find something real, something beautiful to bring your soul back to life. You run away, even if for a little while, in search of new experiences, new sights, smells and sounds. You want to jumpstart your heart and mind by escaping to whatever they’re drawn to.

This is what travelling does to us.

I travel to see the world in its truest sense. I seek places and experiences that bring me face to face with the purity of the world that was created. These places at these times, still undefiled. I travel to escape the noise, pollution, unkindness and capitalism. I travel to find beauty in places in a world that has long lost it.

I travel to keep the faith.