Thatwaglife.in

Not been blogging for a while (sorry readers) but was recently inspired by my friend Kelli’s rather brilliant blog Thatwaglife.co.uk in which she invites us to join her as she travels ‘several flights and seat-classes behind different rock and roll bands, before standing at the side of the stage in everyone’s way’ do check it

Tomorrowland

An amazing thing happened to me last week – not off my own merit I have to admit – in truth it was down to pure luck of having a British passport thus being able to travel to Europe at a moment’s notice (well until Brexshit anyway). Also, my boss who should have been going

Mumbai Public Transport (yes again!), being on the radio & why trains are a metaphor for the world.

  Any of you who have followed my blog for a while will know I like talking about public transport – maybe because I spend so much of my time on it – maybe I’m just weird. Yes I know, I hear you, why not take OLA share? However, trains get you places faster, are

Mumbai (un)Public Transport part 3

I’ve written previously about my experiences on the Mumbai public transport system. Now I would like to share with you my newfound love, my daily joy in sunny yellow, my savior from traffic jams, chore rickshaw drivers and being pretty much beaten up getting on and off local trains – introducing Sunny Scootoni – my

Sisterhood of the World!

Some time ago now I was lucky enough to be nominated for the sisterhood of the world blogger award by the wonderful Carissa Hickling aka Everyday Asia aka Whisky Lady. Thank you very much Carissa and hope you are doing good! How it works: I answer questions from Carissa an in turn nominate some more of

Immigration Heartache Part 2

I’m really fed up. This post isn’t even about immigration per se but about my boyfriend coming to visit for a holiday. It seems that Indians are guilty until proven innocent if they want to come to the UK for personal or business reasons (general visit visa) and it’s just damn well unfair! Recently I