I can imagine my father turning in his grave. “ What now a book! Are you crazy? Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?” Even I have thought about it often. What did my parents do to deserve me. They were simple folks who worked hard in their lives, retired gracefully and died peacefully when their time… Continue reading Manipal and Pizza Porn – The celestial connection
Author: Sudhir
Author of a two novels, Pizza Porn and Rambler Inn and Other Stories , nothing about Sudhir has been cool and smooth. Trained to be an engineer, he realised that he wasn’t cut out for that role. So he left engineering and worked abroad for a decade. He saw three ghastly terrorist attacks from close quarters. Whether it was Mumbai or New York or London, the response has been the same - of fear, outrage and sheer bravery.
The Inscrutable Indian
‘Hi I am Rat’ I watched him closely. With his spikes and coloring he looked more like a cross between a peacock and a human being . His name was Ratnakar and he was my friend’s son. I love a little bit of irreverence. Profanity is also fine with me. It brings a little spice… Continue reading The Inscrutable Indian
On Losing a Loved one.
It was one of the most distressing emails I had read. A young man had lost his father. He was devastated. It seemed to him the most unfair thing to happen. I knew that any words of sympathy would sound hollow. Losing a loved one at any age is painful. Manipal has the curse of… Continue reading On Losing a Loved one.
The North South Divide: A North Indian View
Dr. Vishaal Bhat started an interesting discussion on The North South Divide. I would like to narrate my experience of living in the South. Many years back, I was working in a Cement Plant in Maharashtra. I was the GM there and we had one Prasad as the Vice President. He was from Hyderabad. Soon… Continue reading The North South Divide: A North Indian View
The Power Of Communication
The delights of being old are that even if you are not wise, you still get a chance to act wise. Yesterday one young software engineer approached me. He has just passed out and is looking for a job. He came with his resume and wanted my help in getting placed. He insisted that he… Continue reading The Power Of Communication