18 January, 2017

breaking the ice.

18 January, 2017

breaking the ice.

Ripping off all my taste buds after sticking my tongue to the freezer door (after I skulled scalding hot milo). Dashing outside to ‘play’ in the hail (this happens, very, very rarely in Sydney). Mum making her signature drink - ‘the titanic’  - you drown one ice cube in sambuca in a shot glass. Flailing around like a baby giraffe on the ice skating rink in central park, NYC (it was not romantic or fun, Hollywood is lying…

17 November, 2015

More desert please….

17 November, 2015

More desert please….

This time last week….. I was sitting in a pitch black tent - literally sweating out of places I didn't even know you could sweat from... I was covered in black flies…the little morons even flew through the holes in my flynet, landing on my eyelids, my lips and up my nose… I was feeling slightly ill from consuming way too many snacks - pizza shapes, grainwaves, peanut m&ms…pretty sure I consumed every single primary…

29 October, 2015

street cred

29 October, 2015

street cred

2420km+ (or miles). 50+L of sweat. 4+ blisters. 2cm+ of inner thigh chaffing. The results of two weeks spent walking the streets of NYC, earlier this month. Oh...and countless hours spent (very) lost & confused. Yes, I have been lucky enough to have frequented NYC many times (so I should have a general idea of the streets). Yes, I know NYC is a 'grid' city (so it technically should be easy to navigate). And yes, I did have…

16 August, 2015

Things are looking up

16 August, 2015

Things are looking up

My Nani (maternal grandmother) had just passed away. I was fifteen years old. I sat in the back garden. Hot tears streaming down my face. My Aaji (paternal grandmother) sat down beside me; “Nikita my darling, you must not cry…your Nani hasn’t left you…look up at the sun…that is where she lives now…the day you wake up and the sun isn't there….then you can cry”. That moment will be etched into my memory for as…

21 April, 2015

Unexpected Chapters.

21 April, 2015

Unexpected Chapters.

Saturday mornings. During Winter. Somewhere between the hours of 10am - midday (depending on my Friday night antics)- you find me sitting amongst the second hand books on the very top level of Berkelouw books in Paddington. Majority of people stop on the second level, preferring to sip their lattes whilst seated in a comfy leather couch, overlooking the hustle and bustle of Oxford street below. Not me. I order my coffee and head straight…

25 May, 2014

This too shall pass.

25 May, 2014

This too shall pass.

Last weekend I 'scheduled' in some solid time to ……THINK. I know it sounds strange, but given the fast-paced nature of our lives, I believe we don't actually 'think' enough. I am not talking about mindless daydreaming or zoning out. I mean setting aside time to actually sit and contemplate an issue or concept. Without google. Just by yourself... Of late, something which has been playing on my mind is the way we value on…

18 January, 2014

In-flight entertainment.

18 January, 2014

In-flight entertainment.

I love travelling. But, I dislike flying. In addition to my  intense susceptibility to cabin fever, I always seem to attract awkward moments or situations when held captive in an airplane cabin. One time, I honestly couldn’t wake the man sitting next to me (I had tried everything from a gentle shake to a scream in the ear). I was BUSTING  to go to the bathroom….so I had no choice but to  jump over him...…

08 December, 2013

Mama Africa.

08 December, 2013

Mama Africa.

I have made some new friends. They are the guys  that live next door to my work building. They are African Drummers. They have dread-locks. They import & export drums. Let's just say ....they got da riddim' Last week, they invited me to attend one of  their 'African dance classes'. It took a bit of convincing, but I decided to go. I rocked up in my colourful 'African-inspired' pants and big hoop earrings. Only to…

29 July, 2013

Nix’s Guide to NYC…

29 July, 2013

Nix’s Guide to NYC…

I just spent the last 10 days in New York City. I had the intention of embracing the persona of a  'New York struggling writer' and using the wi-fi at a local café, wearing thick-rimmed glasses and writing blog posts… But between the hip hop dance class, the sickening consumption of cream cheese bagels and my adventures to Harlem's Apollo Theatre….my writing fantasy did not come into fruition. It was honestly the trip of a…

23 June, 2013

New York Bound.

23 June, 2013

New York Bound.

Jay- Z. Salt-N-Pepa. De La Soul. Busta Rhymes. Girls. Sex and the City. Gossip Girl. MOMA. Guggenheim. The Met. A significant number of my favourite things in life are from New York City. When I was studying in Boston, I used to catch the $10 'Lucky Star' bus to NYC (it picked you up from Boston Chinatown & dropped you off at NYC Chinatown - with a very dodgy stop off at some chinese restaurant…

09 June, 2013

Getting my ‘Indian’ On.

09 June, 2013

Getting my ‘Indian’ On.

Last weekend was very 'indian-centric'. It started on Friday, we had an International food day at work. It was a sensational lunch. Although post-lunch productivity did hit an all time low as we all battled with an onset of food coma. I made a BIG bowl of an Indian Street food dish called Beil Puri (Click here to learn how to make it). The dish consists of spiced rice puffs with potatoes, chickpeas, sweet tamarind…

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

A creamy piece of milk chocolate. A steamy cup of coffee. A well-worn pair of leather boots. A raw American black walnut table. And....my skin. All Brown. All Beautiful. (Ofcourse, there are are something which are brown and not so beautiful...but I HATE toilet humour so I am not going to go there....) Coming from an Indian background, I was born with chocolate coloured skin. Born and bought up in Australia, my friends have always…