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
Some children are not as lucky as I have been. You could blame it on their parents. While my father and mother taught me some damn nice things, I think there are various kinds of parents out there who would teach any darn thing to their kids. Take Girisen for example – a very good … Read more
I have a news which only five people in the World know. After you finish reading this paragraph, you would become the sixth person. The five already aware are my Driving Master, three of my driving classmates and Rekha. OK…the secret is…I have been taking four-wheeler driving lessons. “How insulting,” was the first thing my … Read more
My brother-in-law. i.e., Rekha`s sister`s hubby is a layer…oops lawyer. And like all lawyers he is quite an interesting guy. He and his family paid us a visit a few days ago. It is only ‘payment` they have made us. During an after-dinner conversation, I sought my brother-in-law`s advice regarding a case I was fighting … Read more
My father`s success formula was ‘rise early, work late and strike oil`. He had come up with it when he all of 14 years – like Dirubhai Ambani of the Reliance fame. Today (after 45 years), he is sitting in our two-bedroom house in Madurai (in Tamil Nadu) and wondering what went wrong. Only last … Read more
If today I am a drunkard, I have to blame my mother. I still remember how as a five year old I would hate drinking that yucky glass of milk before I went to bed. Now, the glass of milk has been taken over by a bottle of beer. The graduation from milk to a … Read more