When I traveled from Karama to Nahda without a wallet…twice!

I made a mistake this week, and my parents don’t know the half of it. I decided to tell them all about the entire misadventure through this blog post. Why? They’ve lost the will to ask me to make my weekends productive by revisiting my blog once in a while. “It makes us happy to read what you write,” my mum constantly insists. So, I realised this is the best way to own up. Twelve years ago, Munnabhai blurted it all out in a letter to Jhanvi. Similarly, I embraced modern age Gandhigiri and decided to type it all down.

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Why should you be invested in my story? Because, I want you to learn from my mistakes and take notes (so what if I refuse to learn?).

So, here goes.

My commute to and from office is made convenient thanks to my dad. On some days I’m switching radio channels, on others we’re discussing life, and most often, my seat is at a 180 degree incline to catch some Z’s.

Since dad was not in Dubai this week, I joined someone at work who offered to drop and pick me up as she stayed nearby. However, there was one day when I was #TeamDubaiMetro.

My friend and colleague Emily was dropping me to the ADCB metro station on the day. We were accompanied by Nirel, an intern who had joined Young Times. We both got off at the station, and while looking for my NOL card, I realised I had ONCE AGAIN left my wallet at work. Just to put in perspective how messed up a situation I was in, let me tell you what my wallet contained; NOL card, Emirates ID, credit card, and cash. When Nirel exclaimed “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”, I internally scolded myself for my irresponsible behaviour in just her first week with us – I usually wait for a while!

So, I borrowed some money from Nirel for a red ticket (temporary NOL card; Dh 8) and took a one way train till my station.

Mom-dad know the story till here. But, what if I told you it could get worse than this? And that it did?

Okay, enough suspense-building. I reached Al Nahda and looked for my ticket in my pockets. I say *looked*, because I…..couldn’t find it.

Get this: I’ve managed to leave a purse unattended at work, AND I managed to lose my only ticket to home. How much of a careless person should you be to be able to goof up so bad?

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You’d think there would definitely be an alternative, and there was – money. You know those online listicles that rave about ‘things you can do under Dh 5 in Dubai’, or even better, ‘things you can do for free in Dubai’? It’s all a lie. It wasn’t the first time I left my wallet at work. The last time I had Dh 5 in my pocket, and all I did was spend one hour at the station contemplating my next action.

So to put things in perspective, upon reaching Al Nahda station, I had:

a) no wallet

b) no one-way ticket

c) (almost) no battery in my phone

d) no self-esteem

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I needed Dh 10.5 to exit the station and take a bus till home. My immediate instinct was to call Sahana; my friend who used to stay by the station, and only recently moved elsewhere. After reminding myself that she shifted, and to stay calm, I tried reaching out to another friend, Megha, who also stays by the station.

Fun fact: Megha is Sahana’s friend who I’ve met maximum thrice in my life through Sahana, but we did hit it off. Regardless, Megha probably isn’t someone I should have bothered at 8 PM on a Wednesday, with a ‘Are you home’ WhatsApp, followed by an immediate call (because, single tick makes me anxious).

Fun fact #2: Megha wasn’t at home. But, because of the sweet person she is, she went the extra mile to send her brother (who had just returned from school via metro) to me with some cash.

During our WhatsApp exchange, my phone decided to give up on me (Did I mention I was almost out of battery?). I conveniently blocked out the one person who could help me.

While thinking of all the possible alternatives and panicking simultaneously, I turned and found myself staring at a familiar face. Fun fact #3: It was my college friend Ghanza. I had never been happier to see her. I skipped the ‘How’re you, it’s been so long’, and just told her that she was godsent and that I needed some money. I could finally exit the station! At the same time, I saw a school student and immediately understood it was Megha’s brother. Yes, it was quite a mess; just as the picture you have painted in your head. I thanked and apologised to Megha’s brother and finally got home.

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Mom, of course, had no idea about anything and assumed I ‘responsibly’ carried my wallet along after the first mess up. I let her stay in oblivion but not for too long. The “I’m taking this wallet to work today because I like the colour” excuse didn’t work with her the next morning, and she found out everything. Or, so she thought. My mum and dad are my biggest critics. Everything I write here is made ‘live’ only after their nod. This is the first time they’ll get a published link. Surprise, surprise!

P.S.: My only positive takeaway from this (as my colleagues say) is that I know more people than normal people do. In school my friends would jokingly say that ‘I could talk to even the walls’. I’m not complaining!


Bahubali : The Beginning & The Conclusion

I’m not a part of that group of cine goers that waited for two years to find out why Kattapa killed Bahubali. Last Thursday my dad said something that prompted me to hop onto the Bahubali bandwagon. He said, “Let’s watch Bahubali: The Beginning, it was being played on TV and I recorded it for you.” After shoving away initial hesitation, I agreed and sat in front of the TV. I was tired of staying in the dark, oblivious to Bahubali memes and references that bombarded my Facebook timeline and I had fake-laughed my way into WhatsApp conversations enough. Just five minutes into the film and I turned my phone face down. SS Rajamouli’s vision and hardwork translated on the screen for the next two hours.

To give you a basic premise of the film, Bahubali is the Mahabarat-esque story of brothers Amarendra Bahubali (Prabhas) and Bhallaldeva (Rana Daggubatti), their battle to the throne, accompanied by family politics, misjudgments, tension, romance and deceit.

I was slightly hesitant to share my thoughts about the movie, because that’d mean I would be going against the million others who fell in love with both the parts. Grandeur and magnificence aside, Bahubhali: The Beginning and The Conclusion did not strike a chord with me. What I absolutely loved about the first part was how visually appealing and larger than life it was. Despite all of this, somehow I couldn’t wrap my head around the hysteria the movie created. Great visuals. Check. Great cinematography and CGI. Check. Great Action. Check. Great acting. Um.

Over the top or excruciatingly long, it was hard to tell. Throughout the first part, I asked myself, “Is this even worth the hype?” The climax, the king of cliffhangers gave me my answer. Hell yes, it was! Finally, the #WKKB trending hashtag begin to make sense (just incase you’re wondering what it stands for: “Why Kattapa Killed Bahubhali”. Released in four languages (Telegu, Tamil, Malayalam and Hindi) to cater to all, and with 9000 screens, Bahubhali is an ambitious project that deserves all the moolah, given the money and efforts invested.

Check out how my thought process changed from “What’s going on” to “What kind of a story is this” and finally to “WHAT AN EPIC END!”, through this WhatsApp conversation with my friend during the movie. Please don’t judge me, I’m a slow learner.

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And then in no time I knew that I couldn’t wait to find out why Kattapa (Sathyaraj) killed Bahubhali. Thankfully, my wait was only over a few days but it easily felt longer. The prequel raised my excitement to infinity. I haven’t watched any trailer as many times as Bahubali: The Conclusion. The background score, the visuals, it was all so compelling and had ‘EPIC’ written all over it. The first part gave us a very fierce Avanthika (Tammmmaaaannaaah Bhatia) and the second part gave us a fiercer and principled, yet so lovable Devasena (Anushka Shetty) and of course, the powerful Sivagami (Ramya Krishnan) who we saw in both the parts.

When I was watching the first part on TV, during the ‘Extra Shots’ section, a quirky Karan Johar (because, Dharma Productions) said that even if viewers are on the lookout for the magical waterfall in the first part, they may be left disappointed because they won’t find anything. SS Rajamouli extended his vivid and picturesque vision onto celluloid and that is pretty much the only place where you can find nature at its best.

As much as I respect the efforts, sleepless nights and attention to detail that must’ve gone into the second part, it didn’t work with me. The subtlety in romance in the film was brilliant in parts. I wish romance was depicted more through moments where Amarendra Bahubhali stood by his wife, instead of songs and the initial parts where Bahubhali acted foolish and sheepish to woo Devasena (don’t ask me how that works).

I cannot stress enough on how brilliantly and craftily the action scenes were visualised. A review I read compared the action scenes to Tom and Jerry’s witty antics, and I couldn’t agree more. A branch creatively transformed into a bow, infact even a person was used as a bow and shield!

After the movie reached that point where the burning question was answered, it didn’t feel as important anymore. Suddenly, I didn’t care about why Kattapa killed Bahubhali. Suddenly, all that mattered was getting out of that seat that I was seated in for the last three hours, lest I’d see Bahubhali and Devasena in everyone because of the overdose. Never did I imagine I’d heave a sigh of relieve when the credits rolled. The ticket said 2 hours 45 minutes but I swear it lasted for 3 (or maybe it just felt that long)! 😛 And as Arvind Kejriwal would say:

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Devouring Delhi

“If you do write about your trip, please write something nice. All the articles I’ve read so far always portray Delhi in bad light,” my massi told me during my Delhi visit.

I’m a lazy writer. I’m quick to meet deadlines in the corporate world but I update my blog once in a gazillion years. My ‘Mumbai Musings’ piece was to be followed by this one but I got caught up with my daily idling. I finally logged on to WordPress, played ‘Yeh Dilli Hai Mere Yaar’ on loop for inspiration, and got writing.

For no particular reason, Delhi has always been on my bucket list and I’m so glad I ticked it off with my mom, my best friend. I’ve wanted to visit Delhi since years. Yes, my wait was a lot longer than all of you who waited to have your ‘Kattapa ne Bahubali ko kyun maara’ question answered. You know how its said that random last minute plans turn out to be the most fun? This was one such plan.

We were scheduled to fly the day after my exam. Of course, as soon as I found out, my focus shifted from Math and logical reasoning to Zomato and TripAdvisor, much to my mother’s dismay. I was well equipped weeks in advance, with my extensive research of the best rated food joints according to Zomato reviews.

I’m a true-blue Mumbaikar but pardon me, I’ve never understood the Delhi-Mumbai rivalry. ’12 things that Delhi has that Mumbai should definitely get’, ’15 reasons why Mumbai is way cooler than Delhi’; no kidding, these are legit articles. I could enjoy a walk on Marine Drive as much as I’d enjoy downing gol gappas at Chandini Chowk. I’m no yeasayer myself, I just find it pointless to bring down something in order to put something else on a pedestal.


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We were welcomed into the capital with cool weather and warm hearts. It was a week of roaming around in Delhi with our sweet relatives, who I cannot thank enough for making our stay so comfortable and fun.

Below, in no particular order, I’ve listed everything I loved about my gastronomical journey in Delhi.





Real Delhi is just like reel Delhi. So picturesque, almost filmy. We started our day with food. After gorging on Delhi’s pani puris (it’ll take me a while to get used to gol gappe), kulche chhole, bedmi puri, parathas and lassi, we were obviously too tired to walk, so we decided to hitch this this fancy ride.






Before the trip, my only connect with the Delhi street food was through videos and others’ Instagram posts. After the trip, my profile was populated with several ‘#foodgasm’ and #nomnom’ sort of posts. Dolma Aunty ke momos, Parathe wali galli’s varied parathas and the street side kulche chhole satiated the foodie in me.









Goes without saying that I had the best time with relatives that I only knew as Facebook friends for the longest time!



Meeting a Dubai friend outside Dubai has always been something I’ve wanted to do for the longest time. So, it happened. A Mumbaikar met her Dubai friend who is originally from Chennai, in Delhi! That’s a geographically strong friendship.

Google ‘Delhi stereotypes’ and you’ll have a stupefying number of results, all of which were busted during this trip. Here’s a fun observation about Delhites: they can strike up a conversation in no time. I remember I was in a cycle rickshaw with my maami and mom, and our co-passenger was a lady and her cute baby. Just five minutes into the ride, I turned to click a photo of something and when I turned, I saw that the baby was now comfortably seated in my maami’s lap.

That sums up my one week relationship with Delhi; once strangers, now good friends. I remember carrying my Mumbai acquired bargaining skills along with my woollens to Delhi. Of course, the woolens were used and my bargaining skills were invalid.



I’m someone who chooses to sit outside the shop and while away time on those AED 1 massage chairs when my mother is busy shopping inside a store. (Un)surprisingly, the bustling Delhi bazaars like Chandni Chowk and Dilli Haat transformed me into a shopaholic. Needless to say, we stepped into almost every shop that caught our attention, and spared nothing! One store in specific (I wish I could recollect the name) nestled in the heart of Chandini Chowk saw customers in abundance. While effortlessly balancing 25 boxes of sarees, all ordered by one person, the staff member told me that this was an everyday scenario.



It  has been more than a decade but even today Rang De Basanti is a film that always gives me goosebumps and brings out the desh bhakt in me. Walking around India Gate re-fueled that patriotism and pumped it up to an unimaginable level.

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A visit to Akshardham introduced my mom and I to a rather unfamiliar deity that we were briefed about and made familiar through a three-hour session that included a light and sound show, a documentary and a cultural boat ride. Priced at Rs 170, a visit to Akshardham should top your list if you’re heading to Delhi, primarily for the scenic attractions, the wondrous architecture and the larger than life sculptures.


The above image has not been posted by mistake. This is a bird’s eye view, rather Google Map’s view of the always bustling Connaught Place. This is the mecca for devout foodies. After consulting my Delhite friends, and on popular demand, my mom and I made our way to the very famous Keventers for a strawberry milkshake. I’m not too much of a sweet tooth (hey, chocolate is an exception!) so I didn’t enjoy the milkshake too much. Our stomachs were too full to take in anything else, but I’m coming back to you CP for a day of gorging on burgers, chaat and kebabs! Someday.


A then postcard-friendly, and now Instagram-friendly venue, Safdargunj Tomb (above) and Humayun Tomb will guarantee you your next Facebook profile picture!

For someone who was never an avid Instagram storyteller, Delhi transformed me into one. Series of instagram stories that knew no time intervals (goodbye social media hygeine) became routine during our week long stay. Delhi exudes an unavoidable charm and although it is a city that obediently follows a disobedient traffic, an unorganized commute sans a meter and fools tourists by turning any hobby into an overnight business (a lady vendor at Dilli Haat convinced my mother to pay Rs 120 to braid my hair with colored scooby string like ribbons), I salute the city for its confidence and determination that is often mistook for vanity. Yeh shehar nahi mehfil hai…..

Mumbai Musings…

From a dubious teenager, easily appalled by the bargaining skills of even little children, to becoming a tactful *Main aapko 100 se zyaada doongi hi nahi* kinda bargainer, I’d like to believe that I’ve come a long way. My five month long tryst with Mumbai was all sorts of unpredictable and uncalled for. I was very firm about where I was headed after completing my undergraduate course in Media and Communication. “I’ll work in a PR agency or a publishing house for two years after which I’ll pursue my MBA in Communication Management from Symbiosis International University, Pune”, is what I confidently told everyone who asked me “What next?”. I thought I had a solid plan but before I knew it, I was headed to what people like to call the city of dreams. That’s when I realized –


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But sometimes you know, it’s good to not stick to a plan. So when life gave me lemons, I chose to toss in some murmura, sev, puri, onions, tomatoes and potatoes to it, aka Mumbai style. I landed myself a job at MissMalini.com, a Bollywood, lifestyle and fashion blog. For the first week at work, my father dropped and picked me (read: spoon fed because I needed it) from office daily, till I got the hang of the independent commute. Two buses with an unpredictable frequency, sometimes three was my everyday travel to work. The traffic and crowds didn’t make it easier.


A week and the route started to seem familiar and comfortable. A week more and my co-passengers became familiar faces, and within a month I knew some of their back stories and their destinations. I was particularly surprised and heartened when a lady at the bus stop told me “Aap dikhe nahi itne dino se” (“I haven’t seen you since many days”).


After (over)using the public transport for few months together I resorted to an easier mode of transport, what most Indians are thankful for – UberPool and OlaShare. While I developed a sense of familiarity with my co-passengers while traveling by the bus, there was some degree of unfamiliarity, rather suspense about who I’d share the ride with. “You’re pooling with xxx” messages always created some intrigue and excitement, and I’m happy to report I’ve even made a friend through an UberPOOL ride. In no time, PayTm, Uber and Ola became my best friends. Happiness now meant returning home to my nani’s bhindi aloo, spending a fun weekend restaurant hopping with my brother or at my dada’s/cousin’s and ending every day with a traditional Skype call with my parents who were an ocean away. I remember this one time when I got off quite ahead of my bus stop despite my dad’s repetitive instructions. I coolly asked around and walked back to my bus stop with zero panic. That’s when it hit me: People in Mumbai are more than happy to help, contrary to the misconception I had. For everything else, there’s Google Maps, and someone even more reliable: my dad!

Thank you Mumbai, for teaching me how to bargain when I’m being charged a hefty price and for making me realize when the rickshaw waala‘s taking a longer route. And most importantly for giving me the courage to do the unthinkable: to hold my head high and ask for an extra sukha puri. Yes, five months and I have now mustered the courage.


Now on a completely irrelevant and unrelated note, check out my food escapades (courtesy: my brother) in Mumbai (shoutout to all my fellow foodies!):


Jini Dosa, Khau Galli, Ghatkopar


Veg Pizza, Eat. Play. Love, Ghatkopar


Chicken Momos with Schewzan Sauce, Shanghai Street, Lower Parel


Chicken Olive and Herbs roll, Lower Parel. From a stall that I cannot recollect the name of only because I was indulging in this meal.


Cold coffee, Lower Parel.

Here’s hoping I succeeded in reminding you of your cravings and prompting you to give up your new year resolution to eat healthy!

Podcast #1: TOIFA Red Carpet 2016

Disha Dadlani covers the excitement at Dubai’s biggest Bollywood award night – Times of India Film Awards 2016 (TOIFA 2016)

With a byte from key choreographer Shiamak Davar and filmmaker Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra and a gist of the whole event, here is Disha’s red carpet report.


Edited By: Disha Dadlani


Podcast #2: UAE, a melting pot

This podcast discusses UAE as a melting pot, embracing its diverse cultures. In this episode, we talk to the youngest Indian Masterchef, a Japanese abaya designer and a Dutch designer about their works in the primary arts and cultural events in the region.

Presenter: Sheanna Murray

Interviewer/Reporter: Disha Dadlani

Editor: Disha Dadlani and Sheanna Murray


DIFF 2015: Abla Fahita lightens the mood

“No, I don’t want to answer that, it’s a boring question”, says Egyptian online sensation Abla Fahita, sending the attendees into fits of laughter for the nth time during the Online to Prime Time forum at the Dubai Film Market at the Dubai International Film Festival 2015.

Abla is an Egyptian puppet character, arguably the most-followed puppet in the world.

With a number of advertisements and a show (Live from El Duplex) under her stewardship, Abla revealed that she was writing her own feature film and hopes to collaborate with talent from all over GCC.

Abla’s session was an unconventional fit in an otherwise conventional series of forums that cover the various aspects of filmmaking, ranging from financing to promotion.

Egypt’s unlikely heartthrob has evolved as a brand. But, ironically not a penny has been spent from Abla’s pocket on herself, barring her show.


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The puppet who wouldn’t stop talking and entertaining attendees turned mum when asked about the person behind Abla Fahita.

A social media enthusiast, Abla was all for marketing movies through social media. “Introduce your characters through social media before bringing them on the screen,” was her advice to budding filmmakers.

Commenting on the accusations and controversy attached after being labelled as a terrorist and a British spy, Abla said, “When people are afraid, they do crazy things.”

Encouraging women in her region, the puppet, who plays a widowed mother, advised, “Don’t be afraid, say it out loud”

Watch Abla Fahita’s Live From El Duplex here:

By Disha Dadlani


DIFF 2015: How drones revolutionized filmmaking

It’s in the air: Drone Filmmaking

The Dubai Film Market at DIFF 2015 has some interesting film production opportunities

Time saving, less consumption and affordability. Filmmakers eye these three key elements. The introduction of drones as an aspect of aerial photography has taken the film production industry by storm. Filming from a helicopter is now a thing of the past. By the looks of it, drone filming is here to stay because of the benefits attached to it.

“Aerial photography has revolutionized filming and photography and has made life easier. Instead of borrowing a helicopter for commercial photography. One can use a drone and click high-definition pictures with video shots in 4K resolution, given the technology we have today. I think this is the best for the future and will soon take over all kinds of aerial photography and filming”, said Mohammad Rahpeima, Managing Director, Al Awazi Studio.

The Dubai Film Market is a global cinematic hub and acts as a host to stalls from all over that deal with film production.

Al Awazi Studio occupies a stall at the Dubai Film Market.


Movie Review: The Tamasha about Tamasha

I don’t usually do first day-first shows because, A: Movies here release on a Thursday and first day first show clearly means I’d have to bunk my college and B: I’d rather wait for a review (and then go watch it nevertheless because I’ve made up my mind) than take the pain of finding out the movie’s worth, myself.

However, the case of Tamasha was slightly different. The rebel in me was all up for bunking that one class to watch Bollywood’s hearthrobs and its finest filmmaker weave magic on screen.

All I’m going to say is: The dream team is back. Imitiaz+Ranbir+Rahman+Irshad Kamil summed up, bring about Bollywood’s best on celluloid. Tamasha promises you 50 shades of Ranbir Kapoor. Just when you think the actor’s delivered his best, you’re proven wrong with his next performance.


Tamasha – Film Poster         Photo Source: Wikipedia

“Why always the same story”, reads the tagline of the film. Romance is a commonality in all Imitiaz Ali films. This one is no exception. Tamasha delivers both, a love story and a message. Given the kinds of films lately, the lead roles are underperformed and it’s the supporting cast that uplifts the film and grabs attention. In Tamasha, the lead roles were so strong that I will have to rack my brains to even remember any supporting actors. Ved and Tara’s characters were penned beautifully by Imitiaz and essayed perfectly by Kapoor and Padukone.

In an attempt to let go off any inhibitions and live a carefree life, Ved and Tara meet in Corsica, France and have a whale of a time, without disclosing their personal identities. Here’s the deal: What happens in Corsica, stays in Corsica. One thing leads to another, the two fall in love and meet after five years in Delhi. Clearly now, what happened in Corsica, didn’t stay there!

Music. Because when there’s an AR Rahman composition involved, even a huge chunky paragraph falls short. Seems like Ali’s favourite meal is a khichidi because that’s pretty much what he did with the film. Too many cooks do spoil the broth (or, khichidi in this case) but the mastermind scores here, as well. By bringing back some of the music industry’s favourite voices after a hiatus in this rather unconventional sound track, AR Rahman tugged at heartstrings. While you have Alka Yagnik after forver crooning a meldious track, you also have Lucky Ali trying (and succeeding) to pull a Rahman style “Safarnaama”.

All in all, Imitiaz Ali and team can never do wrong, so give this a watch. Needless to say, locations portrayed in Ali’s films are a visual treat. He makes you travel, for much less!

Oh, did I mention, my attempt at bunking the class was futile, since it eventually got cancelled. Not so much of a rebel, I guess! 

Watch the trailer here:

By Disha Dadlani

Debunking myths with Rujuta Diwekar

If ditching fries and coke for few nuts and some green tea is a herculean task for you, then dieting isn’t meant for you. But Rujuta Diwekar, Mumbai based nutritionist with a boast worthy clientele from various walks of life, thinks differently.

In her session at the 34th edition of the Sharjah International Book Fair, Rujuta Diwekar discussed Indian food wisdom, body shaming, food fads and myths and the urgent need to modify dietary patterns.

Clad in an elegant pink sari, Rujuta addressed the most frequently asked question: “How did you help Kareena Kapoor Khan to achieve the size zero figure?”

“The weight loss industry functions through word of mouth and before I knew it, in 2007, Kareena approached me because her friend suggested my work. It was my ‘eat and lose weight’ policy that struck a chord with her. My main advice to her was to eat what she loves, in intervals”, said Rujuta.


“Babies are the healthiest. They have no diet to follow” – Rujuta Diwekar

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UAE is a fast moving nation wherein one finds it hard to scoop out time for others, leave alone, themselves. “Prioritize your time wisely. You’re never too busy to take out two minutes from your schedule to plan your dietary consumption for the day”, she suggested.

Food status is constantly changing. What is considered good today, may be considered unhealthy, years from now. “Carbohydrates is regarded as the villian today. 20 years later, it could become the hero. Fats underwent the same proceedure – from unhealthy food to a superfood.

Rujuta Diwekar further discussed the issue of post harvest and stressed on the unfortunate truth that most farmers grow food and harvest it but it does not reach the market.

Body shaming is a serious concern. Just a simple selfie is enough to drown one into depression and lead him/her to think that he/she is just not good enough. But does body shaming exist among both, men and women? Rujuta shared her memorable clientele experience when a 118 kilos lady wanted to pull down some kilos to touch 100, further wanted to shed some more to reach double digits and finally at 62, obssession took over as she couldn’t wait to get rid of the last two kilos. “I’ve never met a man who has come up to me and told me that he just wants to get rid of the last two kilos”, she laughed.

“D is for Daadi (grandmother), not Dieticians or Doctors,” she added while reflecting on the significance of Indian food wisdom.

Western influence on dietary patterns and body type expectations over the years, were some topics that took up a major chunk of the evening’s session. “We follow what our daadi said long ago only after it has been reaffirmed by the West”, stated Rujuta.

“Choosing your diet is as critical as choosing your life partner and cheating on that diet through the incorporation of a cheat day is like flirting with another man,” remarked the nutritionist.

With a claim to debunk myths throughout her career, Rujuta debunked few myths that came across as a shock. “Cassava or sabudaana which was considered fattening will soon become the next superfood. Rice is nice and ghee is a must have in your daily diet,” recommended Rujuta.

The insightful session came to an end with a Q&A session, followed by a book signing and selfie session, during which Rujuta took out the time to sign a book for all her ardent fans and weight loss seekers.

By Disha Dadlani