Monthly Archives: December, 2012

Beer shampoo!

Beer makes women pretty. No, really. (Feminists, calm down, hear me out.) Not beer goggles.

*Beer shampoo*

Not kidding. See the revolutionary product for yourself!

The one cosmetic product that men won't crib about spending money on.

The one cosmetic product that men won’t mind spending money on.

I was at the local store the other day and came across this amusing bottle. Park Avenue’s got Beer Shampoo to India, and claims it’s made from real beer! I’m surprised about why there’s not been any publicity about this. Or is it that I have missed the ads? I do have over half a mind to get myself a bottle of this shampoo and sample its “frothy goodness!”

I think men should ditch the fairness creams that Shah Rukh Khan endorses and go for this beer shampoo. At least, you won’t have to hide the bottle!

PS: Review coming soon!

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Sosha B&B

My former neighbour in Goa used to call my apartment ‘Sosha B&B,’ for I always had guests over. Weekends, weekdays, my friends, couchsurfers, sister’s friends, friends of friends, everybody! It was one never-ending party. It’s only recently, now that I have moved houses, that I am no longer able to host people. I presently live with 5 other friends, filling up the 2-BHK to its maximum capacity.

I only realised I’ve stopped hosting people while I was discussing it with a friend last night. I miss having guests over a lot and it made me go through old pictures. I wish I had taken more pictures, with everyone who came over. These are just a few pictures that were taken on my camera.

‘Darlings, thank you for ensuring that I have a terrific Goan monsoon!

With Joy, at St Augustine's ruins.

With Joy, at St Augustine’s ruins.

Two blondes! With Monisha at Anjuna.

Two blondes! With Monisha at Anjuna.

My boys - Joy, Ashwin and Sanky.
My boys – Joy, Ashwin and Sanky.
With Dammo and Anu at Aguada fort.

With Dammo and Anu at Aguada fort.

Driving around my soul-sister Payal

Driving around my soul-sister Payal

Ekta takes over the kitchen.

Ekta takes over the kitchen.

My sister - Manali

My sister, Manali

With French Couchsurfer Romain, who later showed me around in Aix-en-Provence, France.

With French Couchsurfer Romain, who later showed me around in Aix-en-Provence, France.

Ferrying around Dammo.

Ferrying around Dammo.

Nikhil and Dhvani

Nikhil and Dhvani in Anjuna.

With my friend's boy, Nikhil.
With my friend’s boy, Nikhil, in Aarambol.

Europe says, ‘Hello!’

Where next? What can I expect there? How to get there?

These were three questions I found myself asking strangers and new friends often, in the month I spent travelling solo in Europe recently. I only had my return flight ticket sorted in advance – Mumbai (India) to Geneva (Switzerland) and back – and gave Europe a chance to surprise me. It led me to gorgeous Swiss villages, lively towns in France and a bustling city in Spain, and Lichtenstein and Monaco.

I met several interesting people along the way, a lot many locals helped me, I assisted some travellers with directions myself, and a few asked me out for drinks! I stayed in a fancy hotel, couchsurfed, shared dorms with 30 other travellers and was offered a bed by friends of friends. I had an extremely unplanned trip, with the liberty of spending as much time as I wished in whichever place that caught my fancy.

A gorgeous evening in Nice, France

A gorgeous evening in Nice, France

I practiced broken French, have brought back some Catalan words and discovered that there actually are places where people absolutely do not speak English. I ticked off many items from my bucket list, which include wearing a bikini to a beach and setting off on an unplanned trip. I would consult the map, the hotel receptionist, my Couchsurfing host and people on the street, and come up with a place to go to, for the next day. I spent 3 days in Nice because I loved the French Riviera, a whole week in Barcelona and yet couldn’t get enough of the city, and merely half a day in Lichtenstein, because well, there’s not much to do.

I ate the best croissants in France, drank pitchers of spicy Sangria in Spain and sampled some of the best cheese in Switzerland. I saw impeccably dressed grannies smoking away in French cafes, snazzy cars in Monaco, sunsets in Switzerland that made me appreciate clouds and some insanely cute boys in Spain. I caught my train to France in the nick of time, almost missed all my luggage in Barcelona merely a day before my flight back to India and kind of ran out of money toward the end of the trip!

But I did have an exceptionally excellent time and would urge everyone to visit these parts of Europe and let them dazzle you. I am in the process of pitching stories about my travels to editors of various magazines and I’ll have some stories surfacing here, on the blog, too. Between that, we should have a complete picture of my experiences and the culture of the countries I visited.

Also, due are many thanks to my Schengen visa (I didn’t know Lichtenstein existed until Swiss locals told me about it), EuroLines buses and the French train system. I don’t know what I would’ve done if they weren’t in place.

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