The Blah Blahs and the Yada Yadas

“Ok. Stop that.”
“Huh? Stop what?”
I turned around. I was thrown off course there. Here I was accompanying mom for her appointment with the doctor. We’d just got in the hospital, and had done no more than walk up to the reception. I know I can be irritating at times, but I didn’t see how I [...]

Let’s give it to my dad, the world’s youngest sexagenarian. This Saturday, my dad celebrated 60 years of energetic existance, with a party of thirty in close tow. His siblings and their extended family zeroed in on the center stage, our home back in Cochin. It was a grand gala. And I jumped in head [...]

Regular readers of this site would know of the cold war and subsequent status quo between Hamish and his relatives over the quest for marital bliss. For those who came in late, I am at a stage in life where I put up trenches and shout “hold your fort” to imaginary comrades in the vain [...]

It was Easter again and I had obtained my hard earned day off to go home in the loving shelter of the parental home down south in Cochin. I was all set for the feasting, sharing, feasting and feasting that was part of the annual ritual. And I had a particularly good feeling about this [...]

The bush was thick and dense. And he was hidden well behind it. “No. They’re not gonna find me here”, he said to himself, half believing what he said… He breathed a sigh of relief and took a rare moment of rest. It was risky, but he chanced it; he dropped his guard. It felt [...]

The engine roars, the heart pumps and the tyres screech, throwing mud and gravel smack into the face of anyone dumb enough to put his face right behind the wheels of the Ford Fiesta, doing 140 km/h on the highway. The red [...]

[I wrote this article for the first time for my Btech Magazine back in 2002, i think. I edited some of it and re-wrote it to suit MBA when I came to Bangalore. This is the MBA version. I chose this version not because this is better. Actually, I think the BTech material was better. [...]

It will be corroborated by friends and relatives I have had the pleasure of knowing, that I have never been concerned with how I look. People might confirm that beyond the tender age up to which my parents tended to my social appearances, I have seldom obtained the concurrence of the word “presentable”. It had [...]