A wildly original and humorous account of growing up as an Indian woman. Unladylike is a memoir that spans four decades of the author’sife. From stories about a childhood spent wishing she could change everything about herife (including her parents), to her chronically delayed puberty, and the self-esteem issues that accompany a flat chest, Vaz doesn’t pull any punches. She takes us through her college years, where under the vigilance of Catholic nuns she grappled with a major decision—to have or not have pre-marital sex as well as the discovery that the female body is capable of some very strange sounds at very inappropriate times. Out of respect for various ex-boyfriends, she will dwell on just one man—her wheat-eating, milk-drinking Jat husband. From their extra-long courtship (that he didn’t tell his mother about), to their wedding day and beyond, there areessons for every girl who has ever thought ‘one day I’dike to be married’. Theesson is: ‘Don’t say you weren’t warned’