3 days before Republic Day, the hawkers were cleared off the streets of Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land. Then yesterday, after all 52 apartment complexes around had blared Lata Mangeshkar, AR Rahman and Mahendra … Continue reading
The goods compartment smells a little fishy. But that’s compensated for by the expanses of space available in comparison to the other compartments, and the breeze racing through the open … Continue reading
On our evening walk, Teja and I opened up our black umbrellas. Teja said: “So old woman, I’m becoming an old man with you.” I said: “And why is that?” … Continue reading
As soon as we crossed the Nana Chowk signal, he began to chant “Ram Krishna, Ram Krishna, Ram Krishna, Hare, Hare”. His voice was melodious, and I was grateful he … Continue reading
When the doctor says there is nothing wrong with your insides. When an old man says you remind me of my daughter, may you always be happy and do well. … Continue reading
if not candy floss, how about some balloons and glittery swords? No? Bows and arrows, then? Photo by Dhanno. If you don’t like any of these, or even if you … Continue reading
So I’m going to be traipsing the streets of Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land again for a fortnight, going darker and darker in the white glaring heat of October. Thought I’d leave you with … Continue reading
Read my rant ‘To Poo or Not to Poo‘ on Upperstall.
It’s impossible to think with this din. I feel as if my brain is being battered. One wedding and two days of persistent noise. If the sound blares so on … Continue reading
I did a series of short films on Mumbai for an internet channel in California, when internet movie uploading and watching was at an experimental stage, and so like a … Continue reading
you a bit to go read my post ‘Pigeons and Papayas‘ on Upperstall Blogs.
These are the worst days of the year in Bumm-Bumm-Bhole-Land. Hot, hot, hot in a piercing way. Still, sticky, no wind. The sunlight exhausts your eyes. So, to cool down, … Continue reading
I was watching Abhishek Bachchan and Rani Mukherjee on a snow peaked mountain in ‘Bas Itna Sa Khwaab Hain‘, don’t ask me why, I wouldn’t know. No, wait, it was … Continue reading
When I say: “I’m sure, there must be a traffic cop ahead, Teja. I’m telling you. They always create a jam.” – Sometimes Teja clenches his teeth and wonders how … Continue reading