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
Work is important. Especially when ones spouse is not at home. It keeps ones mind from idling. After all idling is costly…haven`t the fuel prices shot up recently? Rekha`s absence has seen a sudden surge in my official out-put. Even the Admin guys complained that they had to work late to shred all the crap … Read more
Life is a bitch if your wife of one year leaves you alone for a week and goes town hopping. Especially, if you have mouth-sores and find eating out difficult. Now it is 11 p.m. and Rekha has just sent a message: “Watching Anniyan. Thinking of you. I love you so much.” I reply: “Yeah, … Read more
A friend of mine went to a bar for the first time and realized that Kingfisher beer was a good gift from God (Vijay Mallaya is no God. I insist.). He quit his day job at Infosys and joined Kingfisher Breweries. Believe me? It is actually true but factually wrong. This friend did not develop … Read more
I know it sounds kind of kinky, but soon all kinds of meat will be made in labs. Don`t believe me? Read this The Sun Online article. It could be years before the lab-meat gets supplied to our homes….but the news has shocked me. So many things that I love today will no longer exist … Read more
I don`t know how your workplace is. Mine have always been fun. Wonder if it is a reflection of me as a person (is this correct English?). You won`t believe me but one of my colleagues comes to office naked. Now…nobody steals his chair. Sometimes he comes drunk, sometimes without deodorant but nobody complains…they are … Read more
This happened today morning. Rekha and I got up at 6 a.m. Getting up together is a relatively new habit. There used to be a time when Rekha would get up at 5.30 a.m., take bath, pray and with water dripping from her tied-in-a-turban-on-top-of-her-head hair, she would touch my lotus feet for blessings before bringing … Read more
Even as I type this, I am getting drunk. So don`t expect any coherence in this post. I know after some time my hands will start shaking…perhaps that is why I want to write about old people. Why? Simple. Don`t their hands also shake? I am drinking Vodka. Romanov vodka. It is one brand you … Read more