Author Archives: Natasha Badhwar

Originally posted on The Era I Lived In:
I am very selective about the parenting columns and articles I read. If a writer’s view of life matches mine or successfully leaves me craving for a deeper insight, I am sure…

Things I do because the my daughters are watching me is becoming a very strong narrative in my life. I have always known it technically, but lived experience makes me increasingly aware of the invisible yet inevitable impact of my … Continue reading →

Friday afternoon.I’m late! said Afzal and rushed out of the house.He’s always late, says Aliza, why is he rushing…Posted by Natasha Badhwar on Friday, 6 April 2012 ‘Dinner first, Naseem,’ I say. ‘Ice-cream after dinner.”I will write in my article,’ she … Continue reading →

When I am first invited to speak/workshop/speech-ify anywhere by anyone, I usually say yes before the other person has even finished his or her sentence. (I have learnt now to take my time, to delay answering the e-mail, to ask … Continue reading →

Marriage is destiny so make sure you are married to yourself when you are of marriageable age.  Marriage is destiny. I hate this sentence. I rebel against it. I jump up and down in agitation and want to stomp on … Continue reading →

Contrary to expectations, I dislike reading parenting columns and books. I don’t like them.I find most parenting memoirs, handbooks, guidebooks, advice columns banal and uninteresting. I hate the moral superiority and the barely hidden but unacknowledged anger. I hate how … Continue reading →

I have an astoundingly large number of stupid people in my life. Its the reason I appear so calm. I can stay calm or I can auto-combust. Most of the time I choose calm. Sometimes I write. “What time did … Continue reading →

I had two ideas in my mind for the Mint Lounge column this week: One was the story of inconsequential, unknown drivers in the interiors of India who people like me (my FB friends, peers and readers) don’t like to … Continue reading →

I love my hair. He loves my face. You look better with your glasses on, he says.   What is this way of loving my face, I say.  He takes back my hair behind my ears with both his hands … Continue reading →