Day 15: Take a Walk


Reconnecting with nature is always rejuvenating. Take a walk today- in the company of another or your beautiful self.

If the weather permits, walk bare feet. On sand or grass or mud or for brave hearts- on snow. Walking bare-footed  has astonishing results. Even in as little as 5 minutes.

As you connect with nature, disconnect from everything that beeps, pings, notifies, rings and reminds. You get my drift don’t you?

I wish you a Walk to remember…. Check this for a walk I will never forget…



Day 12: Put on your dancing shoes


Movement and music combined, make magic. Ok, not always, but almost always. Either way, shouldn’t you be part of it?

It doesn’t matter if you have two left feet or three. Just get your groove on and shimmy on!

West Coast Swing is my hot favourite at the moment and I suggest you check it out.

Besides tons of super cool side-effects, dancing has proved to improve mood. So what are you waiting for? Get those shoes on and dance your way to happiness! No more Monday blues.

Oh, and if you live in either Hamburg, Halle, Mumbai or Goa; I have a list of kick-ass dance instructors you should say hello to:

Hamburg: Julian & Juliane 

Halle: Ronny Hörig

Mumbai: Reesha & Diago

Goa: Dr. Martin & Flossy

Disclaimer: None of these guys asked me to feature them. I only did so coz I find them fabulous! Your dancing will never be the same once you meet them.

Caution: Highly addictive.

Confused about why I’m so active this Advent? Here’s why. Ciao for now!




Day 11: Flex those hips


Happy 3rd Advent beautiful people!

Today’s all about getting flexible and fit, the fun way. I love Yoga, so for me it’s trying my hands and feet and neck and hips at the “CROW” or Bakasana. Take to the mat, the bike or the track; and get those bodies flowing again.

It’s easy to get stressed, over-eat and out of shape, especially in the holiday season. No time you say? What if someone told you that you could be Fit in 5 Minutes?  I love this routine. Perfect for the lazy bum and the procrastinator- not to say that’s who we always are- just that the holiday season can have this effect on us.

If the suggestions above are no inspiration to you, how about the picture? Sketched by the brilliant cartoonist Mario Miranda, you see a traditional goan Toddy-tapper or Reindeiro doing what he does best.

Motivate yourself out of the no-exercise slump today and feel great about yourself!

Happy exercising today and happy muscle ache tomorrow! 😉

Day 7: Exercise those Lungs!


Yes you read right. Let’s make our pair of breathers happy. Before you take off screaming – all in the name of exercise of course; let’s check our options.

For starters, there’s what we all did best the moment our tiny feet hit this sticky universe. We cried and screeched at the top of our lungs! What a wonder that did to us! And reduced the family around us to tears. Wanna give it a try? Maybe this time there’ll be tears too. I can’t promise they’ll be happy though.

With us breathing in more pollution than peace, it’s no wonder our lungs take a beating. How about showing them some love with Pranayama? Say, what?! To quickly explain this beautiful sounding tongue twister; it’s the art of controlled breathing. Look here to know more. Psst- it doesn’t just help your lungs, it can help reduce belly fat and lots more!

I got you at belly fat didn’t I?

Well if you’re still reading, we’ve come to my favourite option- to sing. Simply let those vocal cords lead the way. It’s simple, it’s free, it’s beautiful.

Ok, reality check. It may not always be beautiful. It could be glass-shattering, terrifying and simply painful. But that’s not the point. Lung exercise is.

Let the singing be all of the above and more. If you enjoy it, do it like every one is listening. Have a blast, at the top of your lungs!

Scream, breathe, sing.

Have a fantastic day!


My old first love

The rush of anticipation

When you come face to face

With your old first love

 Your hands know precisely

That familiar feel and tingle

Years apart mean nothing

The wind whips your hair

Your legs turn to wings

And you just feel home

Heart pounding you leap

And sink it right in

Sweet joy, oh what bliss!

My return to court

My first love

How I missed my sport

Dear old Basketball 💓

Wait a minute

What were you thinking?


Knock knock.. Ballerina?

In honour of the International Day of the Girl Child on 11th October 2016, I will have a series of blog posts celebrating my kind.

Celebrating her. Post #4 of 5

The closest I came to being a prima ballerina, after much cajoling from my parents and teacher, was in the shiny garb of a grumpy Queen of Sheeba. 

My 4 feet tall, 6 year old royal self pirouetted through the solo and basked in the awe of a cheering audience. It helped that they were mostly parents of us tiny dancing damsels. Thanks to my new-found pout, a feathered gold tutu and the prettiest shoes I’d ever known I was suddenly a Diva.

The two years I spent learning ballet were magical. My friends and I discovered we could bring exotic creatures to life- little Bo-Peep, the Flower Fairy, an Egyptian Fan Dancer and even the famous Swans at the great Wedding.

Our teacher Filu was a star in my eyes- an epitome of beauty, musicality and grace.

Ballet soon took a backseat as I roared to glory on the Basketball court, played the violin until my cat fled screaming and took to climbing my neighbor’s trees and roofs.

More than 2 decades later as I reflect on who I am (definitely not a prima ballerina), I silently thank my ballet phase for all it taught me.
Teacher Filu introduced me to the nuances of elegance and I dare say even passed some on.

Whenever I find myself slumped over, bogged down by life, I often hear her soft voice- “Tummies in, tails in, shoulders down and back. And smile!”

Suddenly I don’t only look better, I feel better. 

A simple posture fix from my childhood finds its place in my adult-dom. I’m grateful for all the happy memories attached.

I now make it a point to look for opportunities where I can make a difference in a child’s life, knowing so many made a difference in mine.

Have you made your mark already?

Teacher Filu sure did hers in style- channeling the inner ballerina in so many little ones. And of course, passing this gem on. Go ahead, try it yourself- “Tummies in, tails in, shoulders down and back. And smile!”

Wait, let me guess. Your inner ballerina just woke up. 😉

Cycle. Recycle. Repeat.

“You are not stuck in traffic. You ARE traffic. Ride a cycle.”

So said a wise person and we decided to listen.

Cycling our way to a greener, fitter, happier tomorrow on these two classics- a blue Hanseatic and a dashing Rennrad. Both from over 30 years ago. 

Makes me wonder whether the way into a healthier future could sometimes be found through the past….