He is otherwise a decent guy. Fair in his complexion and smooth in communication. Intriguingly, he is aware of some areas of quantum physics, theology, few other random subjects and also Hindu religion. This man – if there is anything called destiny, became my personal trainer in the gym. I was going to the gym… Continue reading THE TRAINEE’S PUNCH
As I approached the entrance of the so-called guest house, the driveway presented itself in a self-determiningly subtle but conspicuous manner. There were two lines drawn parallelly on the reddish soil of the earth – the width of those two lines barely enough to fit the perimeter of car tyres, and the lines were made… Continue reading The French Food In Abidjan
It was good; the coffee was good – as usual. I love Costa coffee. Mashura knows. That is why she asked me to meet her at the Costa Coffee outlet in Dubai airport. I was transiting Dubai to go to Singapore. She was on her way home for her annual vacation. I looked at my… Continue reading The Unfinished Recipe
“What else do you have under your sleeve?” was my question to the man sitting at the corner, and the lady started laughing. She was laughing her heart out and I got puzzled. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? The environment around that twenty metre square area was a tad too hot with raw… Continue reading Shiva and a white man
I thought I could cook any day for my living, but what was a discovery was that - for me to cook Yellow Tail fish, I would need someone experienced - either in my room or within my network.
It was about thirty minutes before mid-night and they were on their way back home – nay, trying to find their way back home. There was an elaborate spread of tasty Indian food [ albeit veggie ] at one of the colleagues’ places, more particularly consumed aside a couple of glasses of beautiful wine following three… Continue reading Is a garage really a garage?
On that day, I was in a meeting with four people discussing women’s issues in general. Subsequently, when I was reporting this to her, I tried to be a bit dramatic and said that all others in the meeting excepting me were wearing women’s dresses. She was an activist in development sector and working, among… Continue reading Male gaze
What is education, I wonder! Is it learning, or information gathering – about the world, about one’s surroundings, about the ‘self’? Who educates us? Why do we educate others? What does education bring into my life? I can’t simply stop wondering. And another word kept nagging and crept stealthily inside my mind – knowledge! Do… Continue reading What is education
Johnnie Walker Blue Label When it is not blue, it is not red – at least, not necessarily. Our teen-days were different, though. Red. Those were red days. Tea from the roadside stall was red. The sun while peeping through the east horizon, was red. Roses in the garden of rich neighbour were red. And,… Continue reading And so it begins ……