<The story so far: Our hero, tempted by the prospects of bagging bushels of bullion, has bribed and begged his way into Nepal, without any photo id at all and no passport….Continue reading→
Stories from my life
The 1960s
No ID? No Problem! – Part 3
<Read Part I and Part 2> As I walked across the tarmac to the terminal building, I clutched my briefcase a little tighter. Visions of Nepali jails flashed before my eyes in…Continue reading→
No ID? No Problem! – Part 2
When I left you hanging in Part 1, I was approaching the departure gate at Calcutta airport. I was headed out on the flight to Kathmandu, Nepal. I had no passport…Continue reading→
No ID? No Problem! – Part 1
So there we were, barely successful business owners. Tea had given us a hefty start up push <read about it here>, Dettol and Cherry Blossom had given us wings, so when the…Continue reading→
Punjabi in Paris – Groundwork and Gruntwork
<This is Part Three of the Punjabi in Paris series. Read the first two, too! Part 1 and Part 2 may be found, you guessed it right, congratulations!, by clicking on the…Continue reading→
Punjabi in Paris – Final Frenzy
<Read earlier post here> Somewhere in the last week, The Beloved Bangalan, realized that we hadn’t figured out the cost-benefit ratio of internal travel. Local transport within the city. Renting a car…Continue reading→
Paunchy Punjabi in Paris – Writer’s Intro
Well, there you are, my dear folks. I’ve been there and “done” Paris, but did not get a t-shirt. Most of them had glittering fronts that said “I {heart symbol} Paris” in…Continue reading→
Paunchy Punjabi in Paris – Writer's Intro
Well, there you are, my dear folks. I’ve been there and “done” Paris, but did not get a t-shirt. Most of them had glittering fronts that said “I {heart symbol} Paris” in…Continue reading→
Jeepers! Peepers!
Introduction This is the story of a peeper, a peeping tom who chose us as a subject of study. Read on! A small ground floor flat (apartment, if American) is what we…Continue reading→
Prohibition and Aristocrat
Background Once upon a time, I worked. My boss decided to send me up to the North East state of Assam, famous for tea and rain. The tea is the best in…Continue reading→
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