In the Name of the Father... Part IV

When does the tension end? I take my ignorance of finance to extreme heights. As a salaried individual (with a wee bit of confusion... two j...

Bibliomania

There was a time when I suffered from this obsessive, compulsive disorder of books... If I decided on a book, I had to have it. If I set my ...

Happy Birthday, Mamoni

My mother shares her birthday today with two of her idols... Jacqueline Kenendy and Gary Sobers. And like them, she is a flamboyant, attenti...

Missing Calcutta

What do I miss about Calcutta? I miss the sarcasm of the traffic snarls. Unlike the silent aggression of Bombay and the obtuse obscenities o...

Rain

What brings on a bout of nostalgia the fastest? Sometimes, it is the sight of a train. Strains of old songs, heard not seen. Over the static...

In the Name of the Father... Part III

Lamaze and Beyond Hugh Grant has done more damage than you think. Apart from exponentially increasing meeting times thanks to every yuppie t...

Inhi Blogon Ne...

Interesting. When I tried to access my blog, I could not do so. Neither could I access any other specific blog on blogspot.com. However, I c...

If There is a Paradise on Earth...

A delayed flight. (What else can you expect of Deccan?) A missing colleague. And I find myself telling the driver to take me to the Tunde ke...

Runglee Rungliot

As a fanatical Brazil supporter, I had seen this bald man condemn me to a cumulative wait of 8 years... So, why did I feel inexplicably sad ...

Minority Report: Names of Filmi Heroes

For all its national (and international) credentials, Bollywood is suffocatingly unidimensional when it comes to names. Salim-Javed at their...

Brazil did not win...

...And I am shattered. You see, Brazil did not WIN. Do I repeat myself? Not quite… as there is a not-so-subtle difference between winning an...