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It’s been almost three years since I’ve returned from Prague, and the similarities still strike me every single day. Visually, there’s not too much you can identify with; I mean a Punekar in Prague. Does it have better infrastructure and…
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I'm going to start by saying that I'm totally expecting comments like "Eh this happens in Mumbai also" and "What bakwaas Bro this list is toh fully applicable in Jharkhand also". Yes, I know. Monsoon is monsoon everywhere; the raindrops in…
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If you’ve been with me since my New Girl in Pune series, you know all about the waterworks, the culture shock and the whole “should I stay or go back?” saga. It took about six months for me to admit that I was actually starting to have fun.…
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I was once The New Girl in Pune (and even wrote all about it here), and seven years later, BAM – I’m a Punekar! I’ll admit it was a rather slow journey, but it really does take that much time to develop a threshold for all that spicy…
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The 6th season of Pune Fashion Week was an extravaganza for all the fashion lovers in the city. From celebrities sashaying the ramp to socialites sitting in the front row, it was too glamourous an event.
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Maakadwala In Hindi, he would be called Madari. English will loosely translate him as a 'Monkey man', but like all things touched by English, the translation can make one overlook it as a profession and assume it to be a characteristic.…
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Fellow Punekars, This is an open letter to you. So, let me begin by saying, do take offense, please. Dear Punekar, I know you love your city, but you sure as hell have a funny way of showing it; especially when you leave your trash…
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So goes the first verse of J. R. R. Tolkien's poem All that is gold does not glitter, which appeared in his trendsetting novel The Lord of the Rings. Most of us are familiar with the movie version of Tolkien's fantasy novel and the tale of…
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My earliest memory of spotting Sinhagad was from our terrace. I was fairly little and my grandfather would point at a distant hill in the hazy horizon and proudly declare, "To bagh, to Sinhagad ahe" (Look there, that's Sinhagad).
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I screeched my bike to a halt with all the force I could. A young man, barely 18, whizzed across my face on his KTM Duke - that motorbike that looks like a jellyfish wearing a cape. This, while he was supposed to be across the road waiting…
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