An open letter to Freddie Flintoff

Dear Mr. Flintoff,
It was my privilege to see the India — England Twenty20 match last night live on TV. You will agree that it was quite a memorable match of cricket especially because India won and once again proved without doubt that England should restrict itself to…

Marriages are made in Thrissur

The rains have all but resolutely bid farewell to the green shores of Kerala, leaving behind bits of tar all held together with a vast continuous networks of potholes some the size of minor sovereign European Principalities.The roads back home are the worst I have seen…

The return of Blossom Babykutty (with thong)

(Disclaimer: Very long. Only begin when you get time.)
Latest transcript of emails exchanged between budding script writer Blossom Babykutty and control-freak soap baroness Ekta Carrefour.

I am not Amit Varma

That is not one of those existential angsty type statements. “This is not a pipe.” That sort of thing. No.

I merely wish to reiterate to the world that I AM NOT AMIT FOR GODDSAKE!

Weekend with the Missus — A high altitude saga in two parts

Quit cribbing. Your life could get a lot worse.

(As seen, with minor editing, in yesterday’s Businessline.)

Recently I had the opportunity to sit down with an HR professional over a cup of coffee and get to know her side of the Young Manager dilemma.

The Amazing Race… Burp

I woke up last weekend and, as is custom, curled up on the couch with my Mid-day and the TV tuned to one of the many news channels it is now the privilege of the Indian consumer to peruse.

Two weddings, milk cake, mustard fields and pallo latke… Part 1

(Disclaimer: Long. As in very long. But not bad reading actually.)

I am sitting in a comfy Optra just outside one of the gates that open up into the sprawling Pragati Maidan grounds in Delhi. It…

Portable Pastrami

The other night I met up with Pastrami at this Copper Chimney in Worli. The one just down the road from the Food Court with all the Shops, Atria Mall.
“Man whats happening with the test match…” he idly wondered while I silently sipped on a long, cool Kingfisher pint.