My (mildly random) review of lunchbox
The missus and I are just back from watching the critically acclaimed movie, The Lunchbox. It was supposed to be India's entry for the Oscar (but to everybody's consternation, was pipped at the post by...
View ArticleOf Garbas and Baroda
Experimenting with a new app I downloaded on the phone which lets me post to the blog directly. Please forgive the following garbage, which appears by way of testing.The missus and I made a quick dash...
View ArticleIn which son compares Pink Floyd to Mallikarjun Mansur
I've been a big fan of Indian classical music for as long as I can remember. The wondrous, fascinating, sophisticated world of western popular music never made sense to me, for which reason I was...
View ArticleOn the greatness of Sachin and other timepass things
I've been inundated with TV commentary on the greatness of Sachin these last couple of hours that I've been watching TV. It's not something I normally do, watching TV, I mean -congenital defect - but...
View ArticleIn which I take a walk in the woods with some fellow lunatics
You would never believe this but there is a 103 square kilometer forest right within Bombay. "You mean Asaram Bapu's beard" you will say, with a twinkle in your eye, for you love your little joke of a...
View ArticlePart 2 of the Walk-in-the-woods post
After our snack break, we carried on towards Kanheri Caves. Somewhere along the way we had been joined by a dog of an unusual shade of brown. He kept pretending that he was on an independent mission...
View ArticleThe Grilled Chicken
'Nooobody makes grilled chicken for me!" said the missus.The correct response, for those of you who have not married, is not "what?""where?""who?" or even "how?". It is "I will make grilled chicken for...
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In which we watch Dhoom 3 and nearly die of cheese overload
The missus and the son both wanted to watch Dhoom 3. Missus because she has been going nuts staying at home trying to motivate son to study for his fast approaching exams. Son..... for the same reason....
View ArticleFrom where do you get your temper, Annie?
('Annie', if you've stumbled on to my blog recently, is what my sons call me. The reason for this is a long story, but the boys, despite all kinds of protestations on my part, continue to call me...
View ArticleMy Maruti 800 nostalgia post
Back in the 80s, one of my closest friends was Rajesh. He was a stock brocker. Or, to be more specific, a species known as 'sub-broker', with the right to go into the ring and trade on the out-cry...
View ArticleMy black tea anecdote
I grew up drinking regular milk tea till somewhere along the way I started drinking black tea without sugar. I think it was those Indian Airline flights. The air-hostess would walk down the aisle with...
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In which we make Chicken a la Uday Velhe on the Berkeley Darfur Stove
Uday Velhe works with me. He is our press operator and is mostly a shy and retiring person. Like Blair Eggleston, Wodehouse's fearless novelist, Uday would, if he found himself ensconced in a boudoir...
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Roasting chicken on a wood fire!
The son was bored. He had just finished his class XII exams but had the IIT entrance looming over his head, and judging from the fact that he gnashed his teeth and furrowed his brow every time he was...
View ArticleAstrologers and their part in my downfall
I've never been much of a lad for the great science of astrology. It somehow does not inspire much confidence in me, given that its practitioners always tend to speak in very general, diffuse ways,...
View ArticleCows
The talk on one of our whatsapp groups turned to cows. That is to say, someone forwarded something about cows. Whatsappers are great forwarders of things and many of the things people keep forwarding...
View ArticleMore on the cow theme
In my previous post, I wrote about the unlikeliness of cows appearing in lectures on Electrical Engineering and the purity of the engineering student's soul being evidenced by his not knowing that....
View ArticleThe peacock in the mess
The talk on one of my whatsapp groups turned to peacocks. This is rare. Most of my whatsapp groups feature a very high level of forwarded wisdom. One does not simply walk into them and start telling...
View ArticleHow I quit smoking and got a life
It will be ten years come July that I've been a non smoker. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have blogged about this sort of thing because like the time I had that big pimple inside my nostril or the time I...
View ArticleThe hazards of being a credit card customer AND a moron
Here's some nuanced advice guaranteed to bring you peace and prosperity, advice which no one else will probably give you.Do not be a credit card customer AND a moron. You can be one or the other but...
View ArticleOn my father's completing 50 years of medical practice
Yesterday my father, who is a general practitioner, completed 50 years of being one. We had a little celebration in his clinic today, organized by my sister, who is a dentist and works with him. My...
View ArticleAn Alaskan Tale (groaner)
"We have to find the impostor as soon as possible, of course" said the Agency station chief, "but with the utmost discretion"It was an unusual conversation for me. I am a specialist in the larger fauna...
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Random stuff
It's been a while since I've blogged (though I suspect no one's really noticed) and much has changed. My little babies have grown up and moved out to study engineering in faraway places, leaving missus...
View ArticleDear Diary stuff
The last week has been enjoyable. First, we went off, the missus and I, with some friends, for a mini-vacation to Mahabaleshwar, a surprisingly pleasant 6 hour drive from Bombay. I was looking forward...
View ArticleRamdev Baba and the marinaded mutton chops
Last evening, Sheela decided to try a new recipe - marinaded mutton chops. For all its innocuous sounding name, it needed many ingredients, among them barbeque sauce. So she went off to our favorite...
View ArticleThe earworm
We had a power outage at work. Something major, evidently because a team of four or five people arrived from the power company, after about an hour of the power going. By this time, it had become very...
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