I must be totally ignorant…but so many categories of “writers” have emerged of late. So, I was flummoxed on receiving a mail asking me if I needed my “resume” to be prepared when I go job-hunting.

The Ganpati festivities ended in the city with the final immersion on Wednesday, followed by late-late night thunderclaps and bolts of lightning — the kind, which haven’t been experienced for years.

When Priya met Christopher Taylor, a concept emerged. She’s a novelist-poet and cinephile, and he’s a British photographer who lives in France.

Every time I pass by Chowpatty — which is every day — I check out the Nana-Nani Park at the tip of Walkeshwar. And to my dismay, I see no grandpas and grandmas or even uncles and aunts there.

In one of the serpentine lanes of Banganga, Walkeshwar there’s one sprightly young woman, who’s been sorely missed. I tell you her story today because it went completely unreported.

The way things are going, I suspect music CDs will become extinct.

If anyone says “The rains are here. It’s time to stay home with a cup of hot chai and steaming pakoras”, I’ll scream blue murder.

A rookie reporter’s stroll down memory lane

To a tiny degree, the city’s nightmare traffic has eased up. It always does circa May, when Mumbaiwallas head for cooler climes to domestic and international destinations.

Maybe I’ll never be able to pronounce the word “yacht” correctly. It requires an uncultivated fluency.