Punjabi in England – Plotting, Planning and Problems

When the draft plan v0.0 ( read it here ) was rejected, it was back to the drawing board. It was then that we applied a different technique. Block off the dates first, then worry about the itinerary. This made life much simpler. Actually, before we got to this point we had had multiple conversations about the time of the year. September was the preferred month by one of the two. The other one was insistent on…

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A Chandelier for Vidya

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It comes from the mind of Sarbari Sen, a world famous chef in her family. She feeds one husband, one daughter, one son and their many friends as often as she can. When not making rosgullas she dabbles in homeopathy, tolerates her kids and concocts tales of murder and mayhem. She has zero tolerance towards anyone who chops a tree, which is strange since she apparently has no issues knocking off people in…

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Punjabi in England – Plan Draft v 0.0

Planning is fundamental to any endeavor. It is fun and the way we do it is quite mental. Let's assume, or in this case, take as the truth, that we are initiating the planning phase of a two-week trip. It could be anywhere, but since you've read the title of this post, you have, correctly, deduced that this trip is to England. Well, in the previous episode we ( England... royalty... you amused yet? ), gave you…

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Punjabi in England – The Romance Explained

A bit of background! It is a well known fact that I’ve longed and dreamed of visiting England. To understand how much England meant to me growing up, you need to understand the circumstances of my birth, my upbringing, the influences that shaped my view of the world and gave me the only language in which I can embarrass myself by rambling grammatically. I was born, as you know. However, what you may not know is that…

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One Year Ago

In the November of 2014, I wrote a short story. It was very raw, very abrupt and it didn't really work. But it did have one central theme that seemed to have lots of potential. I showed it to Anjana Dutt and we went back and forth over it for several weeks. Over the next three years, I built it up, added more depth, worked on the characters, their motives and tried to make them believable. Somewhere in those…

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Johnny be Dead

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was high, he didn’t pay it any mind. He had his boots on and he walked on down the hallway. He came to a door and he stepped outside. It was a stormy Monday. He knew Tuesday would be just as bad. It was time for the blue bus. He climbed aboard. “Driver, where you taking us?” “Strap in, son, we’re setting our controls for the heart of…

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Ecks and Vi

Ecks was lonely, they said. Ecks didn’t think so. He was always busy, doing something that most people thought was doing nothing. Jay Ecks was 42 and single and this made people click their tongue and make sympathetic noises. In their book, loneliness, or being alone, was not a desirable way to be. In the early days, Ecks would try and correct them. Eventually, he found a way to ignore the noise and go on doing what…

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How to bear a bear

This is triggered by someone else’s memory. Usually, as you are well aware by now, it is triggered by one of my own memories. However, every once in a while I see a passing bit of text passing before my tired old eyes and “I say, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, What’s goin’s on?”  (Tip: Put a capo on the 2nd fret and play G, Am, C and back to G. Cycle endlessly with some right hand improvisation…

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Right Hand Man – Chapter 6

Read earlier chapters here “Where to, Chief? Back to HQ?” Goon grunted. Fatty slipped in the clutch and pulled out of his parking slot outside the tiny coffee shop. Goon wiggled to make himself comfortable in his seat. Fatty gave him a sidelong glance. “So what really happened, Chief?” “What?” “Inspector Jenks. You know what I’m talking about.” “No. I don’t know.” “Come off it, Chief. Something happened. No one wants to talk about it to me.…

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Right Hand Man – Chapter 5

Read previous chapters here Goon and Fatty exchanged glances. There was a moment of silence before Goon cleared his throat. "Would you please explain, Mrs. Miller? What makes you think someone is trying to kill you?", he asked. "It's quite obvious, isn't it", said the old lady, "why else would I find a skateboard at the top of the stairs with the landing in the dark because the lightbulb is missing?" "How many kids live on this floor,…

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