• Bags for all seasons


    The other day I was driving down Bhulabhai Desai Road and was moaning and groaning about the slow moving traffic when a splash of colour in the Aakar Art Gallery window caught my eye. Aakar for years now has been synonymous with “exhibitions” or pop up sales outlets for outstation vendors. Over the years I’ve found it the best place to buy my kaftans (from the now defunct Shefali) , Jaipur quilts, chanderi saris and the like. But this time I was stunned by the simply gorgeous bags that screamed “Buy me, buy me buy me”.

    So I got out of the car and made my way to the “exhibition” of bags – lovely, lively prints on thick, heavy duty canvas. The bags are the kind one normally gets to see abroad and I was even more intrigued. It turns out that they are manufactured by Stitchman Inc  an enterprise of Nissin Shah , the next gen entrepreneur of Stitchman Group of companies founded by Vijay Shah of Ahmedabad . Stitchman deals with industrial sewing machines so perhaps making bags is only a natural progression  for Nissin who moved back to India to set up a bag making company in a state known for its high quality cotton.
    Stitchman Inc exports to the US and Japan and is available online in India through Amazon.in, Flipkart and Snapdeal where it retails under the brand RHOMBUS.

    The exhibition was a trial run to see how the Indian market reacts to cotton canvas bags : the fact that it was a sell out should come as no surprise as their bags are environment friendly, fashionable, sturdy and truly value for money.

    With different models to choose from, the bags will definitely find a place in everyone’s wardrobe with their smart looks and timeless appeal. 

    Bags for wine bottles, bags for shopping, bags for travel and bags for gym gear. Bags with handles made of leather, bags with handles of thick cotton cord. Bags with shoulder straps, bags with funky prints, bags in trendy colours .

    The bags are well made and perfectly finished.

    Great for personal use and gifting too!


    This product review is my own personal opinion and I have not been  paid to do it. 

    I am proud to be a part of the Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge
  • Mumbai Marathon 2015

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    No peaceful Sunday 

    Well, like most Mumbaikars I was looking forward to a peaceful Sunday particularly after last week’s hectic activity which had me on my toes all the time that I was awake. For many years I used to call my house SK Boarding & Lodging as we always had a floating population of out – of-  towners staying over, most of them being business associates. However, for the last decade or so, SK Boarding & Lodging officially closed down when the business moved out of the house and into its own premises, so when I found my house full again, I had to scurry around till I found my feet again and get the house running back like clockwork. This time round it was family that descended on me – two daughters home with minor ailments who needed and demanded my tender, loving care. Alas, with a curious and inquisitive grandson who keeps me busy and alert, a husband whose stress levels needed to be kept under control (thanks to two international delegations visiting the office at the same time) and with my own commitments barely kept in abeyance I’m pretty sure I gave the TLC short shrift.  So I pretty much looked forward to a relaxed Sunday this weekend ; but today happened to be the now famous Mumbai Marathon where anybody who is a Mumbaikar worth his salt has to be either a cheerer or a runner.

    I got up this morning with strange sounds coming from the front door  at 5.30 am and realised Hubby Dearest must have got up to go down and cheer his office team , led by the Boss, in the corporate relay marathon. This in itself was enough to shock me into wakefulness and I quickly joined him downstairs before the Boss, who is a committed athlete and threatened to do 6 km in under 40 mins,  zoomed past us, and was slated to pass by at 6.40.

    I scrambled out of bed and quickly brushed my teeth, grabbed some clothes and managed to be at a vantage spot, just in time for him to see me cheer him on . After the usual natter with other cheerers, I returned home  smug as a bug in a rug with the Brownie points I managed to score for Hubby Dear and was looking forward to spending the rest of the day in relative calm. Sadly, the Universe had other plans for me and our lunch time calm was shattered with the news that one of the corporate relay participants on our team had collapsed, was bleeding from the head and was taken to hospital. Immediately we sprung into action and gathered up all the loose cash we had at home so that we could make the hospital deposit.

    We handed over the money to one of the colleagues who had stopped by for the money when we received a call that the money we had collected was inadequate so the only option left was for Hubby Dear to go to the hospital and sign on his credit card. This meant that I had to go along as the car couldn’t be left unattended……….

    We reached the hospital just as the boy regained consciousness and was declared fit and fine . It seems that he had an epileptic seizure and was a known epileptic who had hidden this fact from his employers. So once we were assured that he was in safe hands, we went ahead to join the rest of the team at the Irish House.

    p.s. The Boss did the 10.5 km stretch in 51 minutes and his team placed 9th among 81 corporate teams.

     Mumbaikars on the Go

    But it seems that I’m not the only one who found the Standard Chartered Marathon a bother. FroIMG_1236m the looks of it, this couple carting their luggage were obviously unable to get either their car or a taxi out of their building and take them to the airport or train station!

    So I often wonder if it is fair to keep the residents of those buildings along the Marathon route imprisoned for the few hours that the marathoners are running on the streets.

    Perhaps next year the organisers may have the Marathon in the Business District of Mumbai  which is spookier than a haunted house once the shutters are down and not inconvenience any of the residents who live along the route.

    I am also linking this to Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge

  • Vive le difference

    It may sound strange but I’ve never ever felt that I’ve been disadvantaged being born a woman and that too an Indian woman. On the contrary, I feel privileged to have been born the way I am because I feel I’ve had it better than most people. Of course there are times when I feel overworked, under appreciated and even over looked; there have been regrets over opportunities missed but by and large I feel I’m one of those fortunate women who’ve had the better end of the stick.

    Long live the difference

    More than 2/3 Indian women feel there exists inequality at home between men and women

    The other day my little grandson had a friend  (who was two years older) over for a playdate.  Half way through, the little girl wanted to do pee-pee so she asked her mother to take her to the bathroom. She also wanted her friend i.e. my little fellow to follow suit so the two of them toodled off to the bathroom with their mothers. When both the children were pant-less, the little girl pointed out to my grandson and asked his mother what “that” was and why he was doing pee-pee differently from her! So there you have it – the basic difference between men and women.

    This fundamental difference between men and women extends to physical strength and endurance as well. I also think it exists to some degree to intellectual capacities too. While feminists will argue that differences between the sexes are culturally determined, there are some obvious leanings that are natural. Having brought up two daughters and now actively caring for my grandson, I can assure you that my grandson has a natural affinity for all things mechanical and dreams of cars all day long. Not wanting to raise my daughters as typical females, I consciously avoided giving them only girly toys but I do know that they didn’t display the same passion for cars as my grandson is doing at the same age. So ,even though I can change a car tyre more efficiently than my better half (no, not by giving directions or getting some one to do it, but actually doing it myself), I still feel that as a woman it is more tiring for me to do physical work which a man can do easily. Similarly there are some things a woman can do easily and possibly better than a man – so why should we not just accept the basic fact that men and women are different?

    Despite coming from a fairly progressive family  living in cosmopolitan , urban environments, where most of the women are post graduates, I have seen the boy children being given preferential treatment by their own mothers – the biggest piece of chicken is fished out for the boy of the family and horror of horrors, I’ve seen one nephew being met at the gate of the house so that his mother can carry his bag up to his room while his little sister has to lug her own all by herself! So very often, inequality in the house is perpetuated by the women themselves.

    This inequality is often visible in other forms more subtle like the boy given more opportunities to expand his horizons and prospects with more time and energy being spent on his extra-curricular activities while the girls are left largely to fend for themselves and more attention being given to them only when it is quite apparent that their talent is hard to put down.

    So while the mothers are actively indulging their sons, the fathers are indulging their daughters! Many fathers actually feel that their daughters need that extra pampering and spoiling just because they will be leaving them one day and are more willing to pander to their silly whims. I’ve seen some girls being driven to and from various events at school while their brothers are left to fend for themselves.

    Only two jobs? 

    85% of working Indian women feel they have two jobs, one at home and one at work

    I am a stay at home mom so I’ve technically had only one job all my life that is making sure my household runs like clockwork. But because I’m just doing “nothing ” all day long, I have to do other tasks like  banking, paying bills, collecting parcels that need to be collected, vegetable shopping, designing clothes and getting them tailored, entertaining people who need to be entertained, taking people shopping, arranging entertainment programs for business guests and associates, doing research work for any one who needs to know various things from which bus goes to Nana Chowk from Goregaon and what is the inscription from the Bible that you can find on the UN Headquarters in New York! I also have to plan menus, type letters, write resumes, do the odd jobs, plan holidays , book tickets for plays, journeys and films.

    And I’m pretty sure, I’m not the only woman who is doing all this. Most women have to play nurse maid, cook, hostess, agony aunt and a whole load of jobs which most of us are doing for free. Unlike a man who can say that he is tired or needs a break, for most of us wanting to just stand in the balcony for a breath of fresh air is an act of stealthy pleasure.

    So for all those who say that a woman has two jobs – I say NO WAY! A woman has a 100 jobs because all women have to do more than just housework and office work – they have to juggle a hundred different things and all at once.

    But despite all this, I am happy to be a woman and doing my own laundry!

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