There is something about growing. When you are young , you want to become an adult as soon as possible. But once you are old, you want to regain your youthful looks. But there are some things which are timeless. For instance, Elvis songs will never go old, a Picasso painting will never be out… Continue reading Eid Mubarak
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.
My Friend Ernie.
He was an Austrian. Proud of Vienna. I first knew him almost a decade back when I was working for a company whose sister concern marketed castor oil. He was our contact for Eastern Europe. I wasn’t directly involved in that business. But perhaps we were destined to meet. Ernie was like any European. He… Continue reading My Friend Ernie.
In Rome Do as Indians Do!
http://www.yoga-geek.com/ Some times idioms can be so misleading. “ When In Rome , do as Romans do.” So Wrong. Wherever we go, we shall always be Indians. If you introduce yourself in the West as an Indian, be warned. You will expected be to take the role of a Geek and a Yoga expert. If… Continue reading In Rome Do as Indians Do!
Celebrate Diwali your own way : It’s happiness that finally matters!
Something wasn’t feeling right. Whenever I write, I feel the letters dance up the screen like graceful ballet dancers, dancing to the thoughts in mind. But last night it was different. I couldn’t feel any symphony. What I saw instead was graceless men with two left feet. Something was wrong. I couldn’t fathom. So I… Continue reading Celebrate Diwali your own way : It’s happiness that finally matters!
Confessions of an FB addict.
It was a reunion of sort. We were meeting after almost two decades. Many changes had taken place. I was finding it hard to relate to these middle aged men. Were they the same good looking boys I knew. Where had those boys gone? Instead there were four cranky, bald men still interested in numbers… Continue reading Confessions of an FB addict.