I cannot lie - it is I. I don't mean to boast or preen but it is true I shopped for shoes and wrote about my woes. The blog it is dry, the humour forced. The Pomes are silly and the stories long A rant or two - There's even a song And…
Introduction I had lunch with a celebrity. This happened completely by accident. I've met very few celebrities. I did shake hands with Vijay Amritraj and sat next to Kevin Wright once. ( ** see footnotes below ) Now, Michael Lang may not be your idea of a celebrity and lunch with him isn't strictly accurate…
He’s a good friend to me, he is. Wherever I go he goes before me. In a public urinal when I go to piss He alerts me to dally not, but pee quickly and get the hell out. He has not gracefully aged Grown a forest, wooded and mossy. Discharged fluids so far…
I spent 8.5 years in DBPC, or to give it its full name Don Bosco, Park Circus. My last day there was the 17th of March, 1978, and I well remember rushing down the stairs after the last ISC-12 exam, excited at finally finishing with school. But I’ve also never forgotten my first day there.
Shortly after I came to Calcutta, chronicled here, I was told that (more…)
Just over 4 years ago, I had a nose job. Why, you ask? Wasn't your old nose good enough for you? The short answer is, No. It wasn't good enough to perform its primary purpose. From a purely external aesthetic standpoint, it was perfect, or as near as perfect as one could want,…
There was a popular American television programme where a celebrity host asked some questions to various toddlers and got perfectly honest and logical responses which sounded hilarious to adults. (more…)
The story starts in the Summer of ’79, actually, when My Beloved Bangalan and I were still unmarried but curious about each other. Mingling with the crowd just outside the Globe Cinema in Calcutta, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a female voice said, “Hi, how are you?”
A sort of weak and desultory conversation followed. I introduced My Beloved Bangalan to the girl who had tapped me on the shoulder. (more…)
This is the first ever award I've ever handed out. It goes out to the reader who has left the most comments on this here blog, SloWord, since it's birth 3 years ago. This soon to be prestigious award will be handed out at random intervals, but always based on solid data. Our…
This is the 200th post on SloWord and yes, I’ve inflicted your timelines, your readers, your email inboxes 199 times already. Luckily, you’ve managed to ignore me successfully 199 times. Good for you! Now, however, this here 200th post is upon you. You can ignore it too. I mean, why spoil a perfect record of absenteeism? Wordpress also reports that this blog has been in existence for 3 years this month. So that’s another reason to mark this out as something special.
When I started blogging in earnest it was for a very particular reason. (more…)
Once upon a time there lived an IT guy. He was young, some say he was good-looking. He loved and was loved by a young IT gal. They loved in a small flat on the ground floor of a quiet neighborhood of Calcutta. He was not quite tall and not really of medium…