OKRA We chatted long and hard amongst ourselves about this 100th post on this blog. As a landmark post of sorts, there was considerable debate about the following: 1. Who should write it? The Slo-Man is the eldest blogger so he should, said one school of thought. The LastWord is…Continue reading→
Everything!
In Chronological Order
Bottledworder wants to know
Bottledworder, this is in response to your post. I’ve broken your questions into three different categories. At the outset, I should mention that I discovered you when you read and liked this post about my life in college. I have stayed with your ever since. So reader, who are you? Have…Continue reading→
Refreshed!
Thank you for your patronage over the last year. 2013 was a year of sudden growth, with many new readers coming to read what we had to say. Almost all were kind enough to say something nice or when they had nothing nice to say said nothing at all. We…Continue reading→
The New Year
December has become the present. Just as November is the early present. The day after Halloween, stores change from orange and black to red and green, from the scary and gloomy to the bright and festive. Drivers become shoppers and shoppers forget parking skills. Good people become bad tempered louts….Continue reading→
Merry Christmas!
And that’s what it should be, the greeting. Not ‘Happy Holidays’, but ‘Merry Christmas’ for the reason for the holiday is Christmas. Lest I begin to sound like the PeevedPunjabi, let me hasten to wish all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you are able to enjoy a warm and…Continue reading→
The Chemistry of Love
Science fairs for high schoolers were an annual affair. A large area with a perimeter of school stalls showing off hand-made experiments with charts on the walls, manned by eager young scientists, also contained a refreshment area. It was great place to meet students from other schools. I stood there…Continue reading→
Blogs and the "Common Man"
The other day I was pissed off at a comment I read on another blog (not mine). The commenter felt the author was either showing off or writing for personal satisfaction, because it was not fit for the common man. He chose to remain “Anonymous” which tells us everything we…Continue reading→
The Date of the Jackal
Ashok found Meena fascinating. She, Meena, liked Jethro Tull. Ashok’s tastes were more Donna Summer’s gasping, moaning, sex-drenched disco. But Meena was friendly, liked Ashok’s company and a movie or two together ensued. One day, I was asked if I wanted to accompany them, in my usual role of chaperone…Continue reading→
Bengali COBOL
In the early summer of the following year (following the on-time, on-budget arrival of Baby #1, (chronicled in this post) financial conditions hadn’t really improved. A meager income was being gleaned by teaching. My wife and I took up part-time lectureships at various schools that were mushrooming everywhere. Schools that…Continue reading→
No Aloo? No point!
So this is it then. The end of civilization as we know it. The thin edge of the wedge. The most unkindest cut of all. Remember that song we used to play, Sam? It’s almost over. The end of the world is nigh. There was a time when I lived…Continue reading→
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