Articles By: Manasi Vaidya

Manasi Vaidya spent her childhood travelling all over the world with her parents and reading all the books she could get her hands on. After a degree in Commerce at Pune University, she went on to do her MBA at IIM Ahmedabad where she was first introduced to the wonderful world of brands and advertising. She has worked in brand management for many years and loved every bit of it. She is passionate about writing and has recently published her first book ‘No Deadline for Love’ (Penguin Books). Find out more about her debut novel at .https://www.facebook.com/pages/No-Deadline-For-Love/148951531831940?sk=info.

Travails of a work-from-home mom

The art of conducting an involved conversation with a toddler from behind a closed door. Work related phone calls to the tune of background screeching and whining. Super quick bathroom breaks, before your toddler who’s convinced that mommy has vanished into dark oblivion, breaks the door down....
June 26th, 2012 | Views | Read More

The thirty year old toddlers

A few years ago I was on a road trip with friends when the bus we were travelling in stopped at a rickety roadside joint for what was ostensibly a comfort break. As we clambered off the bus, the lady seated in front of us turned to her daughter and asked in a voice loud enough for the entire parking...
June 12th, 2012 | Views | Read More

“Everybody wants a boy”

My sister and I were often partners in crime during our growing up years and back then I often thought that if I ever had kids of my own I would want two girls, just like my sister and me. It was a girlish notion, long before motherhood brought with it the realization that bringing a child into...
March 6th, 2012 | Views | Read More

An extract from ‘No Deadline For Love’ (Penguin Books India)

The End! Suketu reached the last slide of his two hundred and seventy six slide presentation and looked around the conference room with an expectant smile. A sea of bored faces gazed back at him. It was the sixth presentation by the ad agency on the new Bright Biscuits project and they seemed to...
January 24th, 2012 | Views | Read More

Surviving the mommy-hood roller coaster

Last weekend I had an old college friend and her six month old son staying with us. As we tried to reminisce about long forgotten college crushes, the one of a kind vada-pav that only our college canteen used to serve and the manic cramming before exams with endless cups of chai, between taking...
December 20th, 2011 | Views | Read More

Things I love about being a ‘Pom’

I’ve always fancied myself to be a bit of a vagabond because my father used to be in the Navy and as a child I had the unique distinction among my friends of not having lived in any one place for more than two years because of our constant on-the- move lifestyle. Of all the places we’ve lived...
December 13th, 2011 | Views | Read More

Motherhood and the guilt gen(i)e

Motherhood seemed to unleash a latent guilt gene in me. Come to think of it, it was impending motherhood that did it. Right from the day I found out I was pregnant, liberal amounts of guilt combined with copious quantities of worry began sloshing around in my system making for a lethal and not-so-heady...
December 6th, 2011 | Views | Read More

Mommies need appraisals too!

This weekend I caught up with a few of my ex-colleagues from one of the companies I had worked for in my corporate avatar, way back before I gave it all up to be chief slave to the little tyrant who now rules my home (and my life ) with an iron fist. This particular group of colleagues had also...
November 29th, 2011 | Views | Read More

An extract from ‘No Deadline For Love’ (Penguin Books India)

‘Whoa! What happened, Megha? You look like a fright!’ Vijay had looked a little startled when I’d bounded up to him and I didn’t blame him. I was having a bad hair day and all the running up and down the stairs hadn’t helped matters. It probably looked like a tornado was swirling around...
November 22nd, 2011 | Views | Read More

“Lingerie shopping is good for the soul”

Many years ago on an overcast Saturday afternoon, I found myself at one of those fancy foot spas that promise to take your worn-out, roughed-up, sandpaper-y feet and turn them all silken and velvety. I’d been gifted a voucher for the spa and since I was in the neighbourhood for work anyway, I...
November 8th, 2011 | Views | Read More
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