The other day I heard that old tune, How Much Is That Doggie in the Window, and suddenly I was transported back to a much thinner version of myself, clutching a mouth organ as if it were life support.My school
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I read that the Taliban has very kindly clarified that husbands in Afghanistan may beat their wives, provided they do not break any bones.How thoughtful.One can almost imagine a government circular being issued
As a fellow sufferer in the noble profession of writing, I have been watching the great national excitement over General Naravanes book with mild amusement and the occasional longing to peep in at liquor shops
Today, in a moment of reckless bravery that can only come on a wedding anniversary, Im going to ask my wife the most dangerous question known to husbands across civilizations.Do you love me?Now before you appla
This mornings Times of India did not just carry a headline. It carried a memory.Three men sentenced to death for gang rape and murder. Clinical words. Legal words. Necessary words. And in the middle of it all,
The opposition has very kindly sponsored a no confidence motion against the Speaker of the Lok Sabha. It is almost certain to fail. Arithmetic is a stubborn creature.If you have the numbers, you win.But numbers
A few weeks ago, in a moment of generosity I still consider Nobel Prize worthy, I offered someone close to me, a pair of black pants. I seem to have collected quite a few over time. Black trousers multiply in c
People say they want honesty. They demand it. They post about it. They frame it on their office walls. Speak the truth, they declare with moral authority, usually while hoping nobody actually does.Because the m
There is something deeply exhausting about watching very wealthy people argue about who gets the slightly bigger slice of an already enormous cake. In the ongoing court case over the wealth of the late Sunjay K
Todays article in the Times brought me unexpected medical validation.According to learned people with graphs and charts, two to three cups of coffee a day may help keep dementia at bay.I read it slowly, reveren
I spent the entire morning at the hospital for my half yearly eye check-up. Since it happens to be the hospital where my wife works as a doctor, I make a modest effort to look respectable. Not power suit respec-
It is no wonder that politicians and priests get away with almost anything in our country.Frankly, they deserve an award for consistency. We have spent generations training them by practising obedience with Oly
There is a strange epidemic sweeping across drawing rooms, coffee shops, family lunches, office corridors, and unfortunately, even national television studios. It is called Opinion Diarrhoea. The uncontrollable
Because a wedding party was arriving at the YWCA International Guest House in Chennai, we were moved from an air conditioned room to a non AC one. Chennai weather being kind at this time of year, I was not both
One of the toughest challenges today is not traffic, pollution, or even rising blood pressure. It is figuring out whether the government is speaking the truth or performing for the national stage.Every morning,
The Indian Budget is that annual national festival which arrives with great fanfare, deep mystery, and absolutely no guarantee of happiness.For one week before Budget Day, every Indian suddenly becomes an econo
The news came like news always does these days. Casually. Between a cricket score and a discount sale. Someone powerful is suddenly no more. Not someone I supported. Not someone whose speeches I memorised. But
The school buildings had been torn down a year ago. Flattened. Cleared. Wiped out. All to make way for something modern. Something glassy. Something that probably has air conditioning that actually works.Where
There is a brand-new national pastime that has quietly overtaken cricket, it is the sacred art of correcting someone who says the wrong word on the wrong day.You do not hoist the flag on Republic Day, someone d-
Bleak is one of those words that does not rush at you. It sits. It lingers. It looks around the room and makes itself comfortable. It does not scream like terror or shout like anger. It simply lowers the lights
