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June 10th, 2017

Oh Delhi…this VIP culture of yours…

It’s been exactly 2 years since I started my running blog, following well-intentioned advice from friends who said that this blog was getting a tad too run-centric.

So I duly started reporting on all things running in, and left you good non-running readers alone.

This morning, however, I am going to talk about running, but – hey! wait – only in the context of what I saw this morning.

Which was rampant VIP-ism.

A quick bit of background, first, though.

I run regularly in the lovely Aravali Biodiversity Park in south Delhi & have blogged often about it.

I’m […]

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June 5th, 2017

Dear, dear London…

There it was: during a last-minute pre-sleep check on Facebook at half past midnight today – Kate, my London-based god-daughter announcing she was safe.

No sooner had I checked the breaking news on Twitter, than a worried Whatsapp arrived from Lizzie, my beloved surrogate daughter in the States, checking we were safe.

By the time I woke up, 7 hours later, to go for a run in the Breton countryside, the London Bridge killers were dead, along with their innocent victims.

Every murderous bombing/stabbing/killing in the name of religion is evil and frightening in equal measure. (Actually, to be fair, […]

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June 3rd, 2017

No sex please, we’re peacocks

Now I realise I am a little late to the peacock sex party, but I’ve had connectivity issues down here in rural France – as well as car issues, but that’s another story altogether.

So, while I have a good signal and a few minutes down time, let me share with you what is quite clearly the most bonkers story to emerge from India this past week.

The news that peacocks do not have sex.


You read that correctly.

Listen, if you will, to one Mahesh Chandra Sharma:

“The main characteristic of the peacock is his celibacy. The peahen […]

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May 30th, 2017

Never too old to learn a new word

Which in this case is “mudlark“.

In London recently, walking near London Bridge, I saw a pub called The Mudlark. I’ll freely admit here to my ignorance, since I presumed the word referred to a bird. As in a lark who lives near mud. that kind of thing.

Then we went for a trip on the wonderful Thames Bus, with my brother-in-law, and at one of the stops there was an information panel about “Mudlarks”. Which is when I found out they are not birds at all, but rather people who fossick in the mud of the Thames at low […]

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May 18th, 2017

Cricket. Cricket. Oh yeah, summit Everest. Cricket. Cricket…

I realise I’m in a minority of one when I admit to not r-e-a-l-l-y being a cricket fan. In India, too. (And, to make things even worse, being a Yorkshire lass to boot.)

But there you go, not much I can do about it.

But India!


Tear yourselves away from the IPl for a moment, won’t you? There are other sports out there, you know, some of which take way more guts and pain, and carry far more danger than wielding a bat.

An Indian woman summits Everest for the 4th time this week, but where is the excitement, […]

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May 17th, 2017

Damn & blast. Now I’m cross about something I never knew about all these years…

My short-lived-rain-induced happiness was even more short-lived this morning when I read THIS little story over my morning coffee.

Read it first & then we can chat:


For those of you who don’t know who Maureen Vadra is…let me explain why MY tax rupees have apparently been spent protecting this lady. I need to back up a little. As follows:

1. Sonia Gandhi is the widow of a former PM of India, Rajiv Gandhi, whose name, incidentally, adorns so many buildings/schemes/projects

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May 15th, 2017

An underarm chocolate wax, anyone?

There are days when my native Yorkshire cannot be denied. Those are the days when I mutter to myself that supreme Yourskire-ism, “There’s nowt so queer as folk.” Like today. WHAT on earth is this flyer wittering on about? It floated gently out of my Times of India this morning and I picked it up & read it, & metaphorically scratched my head and said to myself: “By ‘eck. What are they talking about? Aloe vera arm underarm…chocolate wax…aloe vera & chocolate wax…” Is this a menu, or an ad for a beauty parlour? Now come on, people, don’t

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May 15th, 2017

Tock-tick or tick-tock? (Just because)

Far be it from me to praise myself, but I have to say – I think it was a stroke of pure genius on my part, starting this “Just because” section of my blog 😛 Because otherwise, without an obvious Indian-y connection, how would I share with you lovely gems like this?

DO read this – totally worth it.

Such fun, isn’t it?

It has been so many years since I was an English undergraduate, that

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May 14th, 2017

Sick to my stomach. Oh yes, and happy Mother’s Day, blah blah blah

Forgive me for bursting the happy Mother’s Day love fest bubble with something as brutal as rape, but I am sick to my stomach this Sunday morning.

Scarcely a week after the Indian Supreme Court sentenced 4 men to death for raping and eviscerating Jyoti Singh Pandey, the horror happens all over again.

This is distressing.

It is beyond disgusting.

It is truly, truly appalling.

But you must read it.

This is what happened last week, people.

We need to be outraged.


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May 13th, 2017

“Irritated, Isolated, Sweating, Trembling, Nervous…”

Got back last night to the Big Smoke (reckon that monniker sounds a little better than the Big Pollute) after a blissful week in Mussoorie, staying with friends.

Other than being knocked sideways by the Delhi heat, it was also great to be bowled over by 2 hyper and happy dogs.

Not so good to have the usual mound of niggles to deal with : burned out plugs, Internet down, collapsed book shelf, and poor old Yem Bahadur suffering with a frozen shoulder.

Anyway, urban routine will inevitably take over from the peaceful life we had up in the hills, […]

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May 7th, 2017

Mansplaining rape. In Delhi.

I am the uber-proud mother of a fearsomely intelligent, fearsomely independent daughter.

So when she whatsapped me asking if she could write a guest blog post about a guy “mansplaining how safe Delhi is for women”, I immediately accepted. (And yes, obviously, my maternal antennae went up at the same time.)

Please read this, and then take a few minutes, if you will, to share your thoughts/experiences with everyone.

I’d be fascinated by your feedback – especially young women of my daughter’s age.

Anjulie, thank you for this. As you said, “Seems topical given the whole verdict thing.” (That’s a […]

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May 6th, 2017

Deliciously, totally mad.

You may remember that, a few months ago, I started a “Just because…” section in this blog.

Just because some things need to be shared with you all, even though they are not remotely “Indian”.

But they MUST be shared.

Like this absolutely divine story about bakers who dance.

You’re welcome 🙂