A couple of years back, Bengaluru was rocked with a scandal. A security man posted at a…
It was almost the end of May 2008 and I appeared for the last paper of my bachelor’s degree. Those were interesting times. I was about to complete my graduation and I wasn’t sure about where my future (career?) lay. Very typical, isn’t it?
“Sitamarhi,” he said.
“Oh, Bihar.”
Pat came a reply from Shahid: “Yes, where Sita was born apparently.”
Shahid was a recluse. True to his name, which meant ‘witness’ in Urdu, he saw more and spoke less. To add to his…
I read this article in the morning and couldn’t help eviscerating the narrow-minded outlook…
Amma learned Hindi and Tamil in Bombay (Mumbai happened much later). Sounds not much of an achievement, right? But…
Last February, I visited Baghdadi restaurant in Colaba. In its heyday the place was a bustling joint. What I visited was a derelict place instead. Dereliction can be easily smelt from a reasonable distance.
Heard the salon guy ask his fellow mate pointing to the guy on phone , “Yey Pandit hai kya? Muhurath (मुहूर्त) kis liye!”
[“Is he a Pandit? What is he got to do with Muhurath!” ]
The design is omnipresent, in matters and in our life which by the way matters too. As the identity of people…
Growing up in Trombay was an experience. My neighbour and friend Kasim’s father had two…
There are fast local trains and then there are ‘superfast’ locals. Say for 7:40 am train from Dadar which halts only at Mumbai Central on its way to Churchgate. Otherwise fast trains generally become ‘slow’ post Mumbai Central with halts at all sundry Grant Road, Charni Road, Marine…
