The Slo-Man was entertained the other day by a heated discussion on Facebook. A lady who seems to be a food columnist was outraged when she overheard a conversation at a restaurant. One of the diners at a neighboring table, while asking for the check, told the waiter that her companion was a…
An Edmonton teacher is likely to be fired for giving students a zero for not handing in their work. Apparently, giving zero harms the esteem of the students and the school board wants to hand out an "incomplete" grade. The teacher says that does not prepare kids for real life. The Slo-Man wonders…
Some time ago, the Slo-Man had expressed his skepticism on the Indian political movement aimed at "eradicating corruption". Readers can read the original post here. And time and the subsequent turn of events has done nothing to diminish the Slo-Man's conviction that creating an expensive, bureaucratic, state-controlled monster is of no value. Where there…
mmmyes! It does exist. This thing that makes your heart beat faster, the brain swirl with random asymmetric thoughts is not a romantic notion created by writers. It exists and is real. It makes you useless, apt to watch equestrian events or even synchronized swimming rather than sit down to work. And it…
(This article appeared in WeXaverians, the magazine of the alumni of St Xavier's College, Calcutta) A college friend started a closed group on Facebook which has grown to nearly 200 members including me. And it has been a blast of nostalgia with good and bad humour, puns, repartee and insults traded freely just…
When I think about you When I dream about you I feel my heart go still I feel I’ve had my fill If I think about you If I dream about you I’m wasting my time Just blowing my mind So let’s just call it quits Let’s just say goodbye You’ll find happiness…
Looks like poetry is playing second fiddle to personal reflections. Interesting that. Readership has increased, comments mostly restricted to a closed group on Facebook. And those comments, coming, as they do, from college friends and acquaintances, tend to be not very gushy, which is an understated way of saying they make sure I…
Readers who took the time to read through the Slo-Man's rant about the publicity given to a teenager with an over-indulgent mother and slightly-better-than-average-karaoke talent and those who know the Slo-Man will know that he likes his music, indeed, many have labeled him a music snob. The Class of 27, which may be…
I am a cricket lover. Cricinfo is a site I visit at least once a day. I played weekend amateur cricket all the way up to 2008. I have received chipped bones, torn nails, bruised limbs and a battered ego as compensation for my enthusiasm. I played cricket in school year round with…
When Skylab was on its way to falling out of the sky, the Slo-Man remembers going to class with an umbrella over his head. That was a lighthearted time, the Slo-Man was younger, much, much younger and bore the bravado and insouciance of a callow youth combined with a general sense of giddiness…