Long before Nike came up with the now famous “Just Do It” slogan, she had her own earthy version of it. “Kar ke chutti karo, hore ki!” Which may be translated as “Get on with it already! What the hell are you waiting for?” She was born on my birthday….Continue reading→
Stories from my life
The 1990s
22 years an Immigrant
It’s actually, 19 years a Canuck. But then, 22 rolls off the tongue smoothly and has so many possibilities. You can say two two twennytoo one score and two ( or 2) 2 times 10 plus 2 ( if mathematically inclined) Now then, what the hell am I talking about?…Continue reading→
Immigrant Tales – Arrival
This was my second ( or third, if you include the Nepal adventure ) foreign trip and I had much on my mind. This was my second trip to North America and the first hadn’t exactly been a carefree and joyous one, if you remember. I don’t think it is…Continue reading→
Immigrant Tales – Departure
Actually, the notes are not early. They’re late. Late by about 19 years now, will be exactly 19 years late on the 2nd of June 2016. Yes, you are very correct in your maths. I arrived in the great country of Canada on the 2nd of June, 1997. ( Sorry. I…Continue reading→
Immigrant Tales – Alien food
I think you all know by now, or should, that I moved countries. In fact, I moved continents. Not physically, no. No, not literally! That’s impossible! I moved myself from one continent to the other nearly 2 decades ago. Whew! I’m glad we got that sorted out. Well, I had…Continue reading→
Spittle, Drool, Saliva, Snot and Slime
Just over 4 years ago, I had a nose job. Why, you ask? Wasn’t your old nose good enough for you? The short answer is, No. It wasn’t good enough to perform its primary purpose. From a purely external aesthetic standpoint, it was perfect, or as near as perfect as…Continue reading→
Boo arrives
In the autumn of 1994 we moved office to a friend’s flat ( apartment, if American ) about 5 minutes walk away from the house. The two rooms and separate entrance allowed us to host the expanded team and have a separate office for me and the Beloved Bangalan. Things…Continue reading→
The First School Reunion
Given the spate of mini-reunions I went to last month and given it’s Thursday, I think a reblog of this one and only formal school reunion I ever attended may be appropriate.
16.12.95
The phone rang in the very early morning hours of Dec 17th, a Sunday. In the USA it was still Saturday, Dec 16th. I rose from the warm bed and padded out into the cold hall to the phone. I heard the pips that foretold a transatlantic call, waited for…Continue reading→
Kathmandu – The Boxed Set
Due to the overwhelming response from the 4 readers who took time off to read this Tale of a Traumatic Travel Trip, The SloWord has been goaded into producing a Boxed Set. Which really means that my career as a writer is over, Boxed Sets coming after the Casino circuit,…Continue reading→
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