You already know that I was born. "Well, duh!", you say, "how else would you be writing this rubbish?" Yes, your head is screwed on right and all those wires and things are mostly connected right. However, the mere fact that you're still continuing to read this means that all is not well.…
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…)
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…)
Folks keep coming over to read this on a regular basis. They come here because they're searching for the answer to the question: "Can I use mustard oil to season a cricket bat". The answer is very simple. Please, do yourself a favour and don't even think about it. Your bat will thank…
I cannot understand it. There seems to be a section of internet surfers who search for "Late Kate". Everyday, I am seeing 4-5 seekers seeking Kate. What they are looking for I don't know, but they end up here because of this very silly post about the then impending arrival of Prince George.…
I recently had an interesting conversation with a good friend on Facebook about music in our lives. This and a short reunion with old school friends brought back memories of the entertainment options available to us growing up, as we did, on the cusp of the modernization of India. The very first mode…