I was born on 26 April, 1975 – a bad time to be born. Indira Gandhi was to announce Emergency in India on 21st June, 1975…but my mother beat her to it by a couple of months and delivered me at the Army Hospital, Jamshedpur on 26 April 1975. I say a bad time to … Read more
As you are already aware, Rekha has quit her job at Genpact and is spending time at home. Since quitting she has started calling me often when I am at office, and has also started expecting me to be home early. I am in bit of a jam. To get out, I am working on … Read more
Somebody said that traveling helped broaden one’s mind. For long I thought this was an extravagant statement, for if it were true children of the transferable Armymen should have had the broadest of minds. Which, unfortunately is not true – for why else would they also end up in the Army? In my life, I … Read more
If you have ever been somebody’s Valentine, you would have noticed that more often than not the Valentine’s Day celebrations fade out with time. Being an average next door couple, we both have almost stopped celebrating this day. Now, before you go ahead get judgmental, let me tell you that I am not a great … Read more
Marriage is a great institution. I mean, really. I have huge respect for it. While I got to agree that the driving institute where I learnt my driving does give a tight fight…the institution of marriage comes a definite first. I will do anything to keep my, my wife’s and people’s faith in this institution … Read more
Today we bought half of the total Amar Chitra Katha books ever printed for my three and a half year old daughter. To tell you the truth, I wanted to buy it and when my wife found the Rs 5000 mark a little high….I had to start firing from my daughter’s shoulders. Not a bad … Read more
Rekha’s elder sister Rema is visiting us with her seven year old son. If I weren’t a good human being, I would have created a big scene. Rema is the one who is married to the better of the two son-in-laws. Sudhir Nambiar is tall, fair, handsome….with a nice thick mustache that makes up for … Read more
It is raining poems. This one was written now, even as I waited for my wife to pick me up on her way back from office. Sitting alone in office, Waiting for my wife to pick me up, I wondered, how times change. How she would once say: ‘pick me up’! Some day, unable to … Read more