Much to my mother's dismay, I have never been ladylike or dainty. Always a tomboy, into fast motorcycles, punk rock and skateboards, I've always been more comfortable talking politics and history over centerpieces and curtains.

But it only takes one rat to run under my chair at a coffee shop, and every ounce of an exaggerated, cartoon female escapes me!

(Yes, that's me in the corner, hands flailing over my head, feet tucked onto my seat, and squealing)

Mumbai Driving Tip: To see the missing manhole cover, look for upside down palm trees.

Why, yes, I love spending my morning commute going in circles and making U-turns arguing with the driver who tells me only, 'I know every route.' 

And apparently this morning, I'm going to see them all.

Today, my Scottish colleague said something to me and I didn't understand a word of it. He repeated it again, so I cocked my head and squinted my eyes trying to comprehend. Then he said it again and again and again...the whole sentence, then just the one word, then louder...you get the idea. Then I'm sure he swore at me as I fell into fits of uncontrollable laughter at the absurdity of the whole thing.

Stuck for over an hour in traffic with one mosquito in my car - I think I've lost a pint of blood.

These birds are dead meat!  ha ha ha

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

Screech...swerve...slam on the brakes...I'm back!