In the last few days Rekha and I have been on warpath. Domestic terrorism, if you want to call it so. Being the mother that she is, she has been trying to get my daughter to say ‘amma.` In case you didn`t know…‘amma` in Tamil means mother. That wouldn`t be much of an issue if … Read more
I have immense respect for barbers. I remember paying Rs 5 and getting my hair cut as a child. I would be provided a plank to sit on and a green cloth (probably stolen from a nearby hospital) would spread around me. Seeing myself in the mirror was a treat – if you were as … Read more
Yesterday I took my grandmother to a hospital nearby. She had been coughing the whole night and I thought if I could fix her a meeting with the 65-year-old general physician nearby, she would be happy. My grandma had a ball of a time. The doctor held her hand (he said he was checking the … Read more
“My grandma`s little brownie ass,” said a friend trying to control his anger. “What?” I expressed my shock as much with the way I uttered the word, as with my contorted facial expression. My friend would later explain that in order to be regarded as a gentleman in the office he had stopped swearing. Whenever … Read more
Like me, my father has also been a story teller. When young, he told me a story about how one day, somebody told him about a restaurant where one could just eat and get out without paying. Apparently, the restaurant owner would take down your name and address and get the bill amount from your … Read more
Last Saturday Rekha and I went to drop off my mother and younger sister at the railway station. They were catching the 9 p.m. Nellai Express to reach Madurai on Sunday morning. We got into the car – I in my favorite driver`s seat – took the right turn to reach the apartment`s exit gate…and … Read more
Before marriage I was of the belief that one person can never crowd one`s world. Apparently that`s false…and unfortunately I learnt that after marriage. I will try to be subtle here and not name the person who has crowded my life. Since Friday last (21st July) my life has taken a turn for the worse. … Read more
My father besides being the best shooter in his battalion (at least that`s what he always told us) was also a good map reader. Only a person with a good sense of direction can read a map well (know more about it here). My father, who passed on to me his shooting skills (just that … Read more