A toast to buttered toast

For many years the missus and I had completely abandoned the idea of butter toast. Of course we always had a toaster and bread and butter at home. But somehow we stopped enjoying the simplest way possible to combine those three things. We would toast the bread, apply butter and make…

Man of Many Tongues: The very best of S.M. Krishna’s speeches

Harish Bhat furthers the Sunscreen Agenda

This came in the email day before yesterday. Harish, as you can see, has mega-tons more experience than I do. And also runs a big company. So you should probably listen to him.

***

Dear MBA Class of 2011: There will be editing mistakes

Last Friday’s Cubiclenama piece has been well received. So much so that it has given the nation strength at a time when it is ravaged by rife corruption, nadirs of public virtue and plumbing displays of power-play batting.

Sit down. I need to tell you something.

So our building here has a restricted access system that only lets delivery folk in if someone inside unlocks the door for them. There is this video phone access system to do this. As your favourite blogger cum author cum tweeter is usually the only guy in the…

Letter from London — 3: Unity in driversity

The most time I’ve ever spent in a single city in the last 22 years, before packing…

Robin “Einstein” Varghese will be with you shortly… again.

Finally. After a delay of CWG proportions, I have just completed the first draft of Dork 2. It happened approximately 5 hours ago. For now I am calling it D2D1. The version you will see in ex-tree/Kindle/iPad/Xoom/modern-dance…

Self-realization

There are some downsides to locking yourself indoors on a tight writing regimen. You don’t get enough sun, exercise or food groups. Also the endeavour comes with a certain amount of guilt if you’re doing anything but write. Anything. Even taking bath. The self-inflicted guilt is mind-boggling.