Doggie In The Window..!

The other day I heard that old tune, How Much Is That Doggie in the Window, and suddenly I was transported back to a much thinner version of myself, clutching a mouth organ as if it were life support. My school had organised a visit to an old folks home….

Did the General Write It?

As a fellow sufferer in the noble profession of writing, I have been watching the great national excitement over General Naravane’s book with mild amusement and the occasional longing to peep in at liquor shops and stare at Officer’s Choice and Old Monk, marketed as the preferred refreshment of men…

Only Red Powder Saar..!

I was at the Mumbai T2 airport, feeling adventurous and happily hungry, at the same time, which usually means I order a Mysore masala dosa. There is something about airports that makes you believe you deserve better food than you eat at home. Perhaps it is the boarding pass in…

The Patchwork Quilt..!

At the time of Independence, I am quite sure the British packed their trunks into their old boats with more than tea and silverware. They probably carried a quiet chuckle with them. ‘How on earth,’ they must have thought, ‘would this land of multiple languages, hundreds of dialects, countless cuisines,…