(If you have not read the earlier post please do so before proceeding any further) The thing about characters is that they remain characters – and spice up my visit to Kannur. Mind you, ‘spice up` is not always used in the positive connotation. Since the movie ‘Vishu Visit` is yet to release, I will … Read more
I was thinking of what all I would have been had I not been lucky enough to be where I am today. Confused? Read on… Don`t know if it was the movie Page3 or Fat Albert that made me wonder about my past. Don`t ask me why, coz even I have not seen these movies. … Read more
(Please read this with a pinch of salt. After all, everything you hear and see in this World cannot be true) If you are reading this you are probably a city-bred who has never been to a village. I don`t fault you. Chances are your parents or grand parents fell for the early bird prizes … Read more
Agreed my Grandmother only did her 4th Grade, but she was an intelligent lady. She worked for Indian International Group (IIG) – then India`s largest insurance group. She worked in the capacity of a stenographer (also known as stenos). In the days before the bosses started liking their secretaries, the stenos were their favorites. So … Read more
Requested ByKumar @ 02:51 pm | Nov 29th 2004 I need your blogs on Male-Male relationship and feelings. Thanx. Sorry guys. Though I have nothing against gays, this post is not about them. This is about ‘male bonding`, which has been dying a natural death. And this post meanders like Narmada…that is…its on no specific … Read more
Diwali was a blast. Pun very seriously intended. It was raining yet my brother-in-law and I went to buy crackers. The initial child-like enthusiasm died once we saw the crowd. It was the day before Diwali and everybody was queuing up in front of the veddi kaddai (that`s how we call a shop that sells … Read more
Growing up in India can be difficult. Especially, if your name was Jamshed Velayuda Rajan Ramaswamy. I have endured my name for long…but now I am wondering if I should change it to…Robin Wood…or maybe William Won`t Tell…or perhaps Shake The Sphere. Don`t blame me for the name change. I myself shudder to think of … Read more
I got my big, pink lower lips from my father. Nothing hereditary. Plain coincidence. Scene I We were staying in Jallundar, Punjab when I was all of eight years old. And the Punjabi women have a habit of forming groups and idling the time under the soothing sun (it gets pretty cold in winter) after … Read more