“Why should I?”, you ask. And you may have a point there. Spring is still not fully sprung; it is in fact still a bit of...Continue reading→
Bric a brac
This page is the dumpster, the cavernous, faceless, identity-less posts that cannot be categorized easily into the other categories. They're not quite Travel, Food or Memoirs. They're not about Writing, they're certainly not Poetry or Fiction. Some are opinions pieces and right before I created this page they were tagged as "Opinion". However, not all of these are strictly opinions. Some are mere observations, others rants.
Anyway, here are all of those tired, unwashed and careworn denizens of this blog. I have to say some of these are not bad posts, it's just that they're like me; hard to define, or one could say, alphabetize, analyze, arrange, assort, brand, break down, catalogue, class, codify, distinguish, docket, file, grade, group, index, label, match, order, organize, peg, pigeonhole, regiment, segregate, sort, systematize, tabulate, tag, ticket, type, typecast. You get the general idea, right?
That's not to say I haven't tried categorising them. Just don't blame me if the category doesn't quite fit the slot..... In other words, I am blameless in this matter.
I am? I do?
I am? I do? A question put to me the other day left me scratching me head. Not because I have dandruff or other head afflictions,...Continue reading→
Is that a sport?
Well, here we are again! Figure skating controversy at the Sochi Winter Olympics. Surprise! Shock! Horror! I must confess this post was started during the London...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,...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...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...Continue reading→
The First School Reunion
Schools, good ones, were hard to come by in Calcutta. Boys had a choice of St. Xavier’s, La Martiniere for Boys, the recently rejuvenated and rising...Continue reading→
Decided not to Decide
The Slo-Man has decided not to decide whether it is he or them. He is inclined to believe it is them. He is aware that they...Continue reading→
How my brain works
I think I may be wired all wrong. Somewhere when they were handing out circuit boards for the human brains, someone seems to have cut corners....Continue reading→
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