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…

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.

Today’s unfortunate hindi lyric and branding case study

Busy busy day. Lots of work in the office and then the final after. So not enough time to whip up a post of any substance. But nonetheless two titbits that might get the thought process moist as the day goes on:
1. Spare a thought for…

Beg, Borrow & Swallow

In this 60th year of Indian independence the nation is celebrating some of the things that stand at the very essence of our Indian identity. Things that make us proud to be citizens of this great, great country.
Something that immediately comes to mind is Deepika Padukone.

Mallu in the corner… hahahahaha… nuff…

Okay dear world and everyone with Gtalk,
This is to reiterate, forcefully, that by now I am well aware of the Mis-bah Ul Haq joke. You know. The one with him not knowing Sree Santh was there. When everyone knows that there is a ‘Malayalee in every corner of the…

Dumbass Media Product of the Day

I have nothing against the wonderful people at the DNA newspaper here in Mumbai. They may have made me a write a few pieces now and then, made me email it to them, and then never reverted ever again. This may have happened seven or eight times. But besides that I love…

How bad is it?

Last night we were driving back home when the missus suggested we chill out the Imax here in Wadala for a bit. We do that on, I don’t know, alternate weekends?
It normally comprises a leisurely stroll around the food court area trying not to be smoked to death by the excessively aromatic Thai food…