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Nishagandhi, Nee Ethra Dhanya

August 3, 2022 @ 9.37 pm

7 years! That’s how long I waited. Sometime over the years, it became more than just a flower. I started reading more meaning into it and its refusal to bloom. It became a symbol, a metaphor, an encrypted message… of a dream that would never be fulfilled, of unattainable hopes, and deep longings that would never be realized, of something even I didn’t recognize within me, of what would never be… it had become more than a flower. It had become an emotion. An emotion in search of words. In search of a name. Read the rest of this entry


2 States and an Appeal to Bollywood

Dear Bollywood,

The next time your big airy head comes up with the idea of a South Indian character, please make sure that he or she says AT LEAST SOME of the words right.

Like Sambar for example.

authentic south indian sambar

Sambar courtesy Mohini Sharma. Thank you Mohini, the sambar tastes as delicious as it looks.

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2013 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,500 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

He Had Me At The Grin


This was written before the 2011 Cricket World Cup final.

I stopped following cricket quite a while ago. To be precise, on October 17th, 1994 – The day Kapil Dev hung up his bat. Okay, so that makes me a fan of the man rather than the game; a fact I would never admit to in those days.

My first memory of cricket is that of a toothily grinning tall, dark, young man in a black blazer lifting up a huge cup and corks popping off champagne bottles.  I was awestruck when I heard just how much one of those bottles of the stuff that was being sprayed about cost! It took a couple of decades before I actually got a chance to taste champagne and let me tell you… it was an absolute anti-climax. I spat it right out! No wonder they just sprayed it around instead of drinking it. Or maybe my taste buds just weren’t sophisticated enough to handle anything more than a fine red.

Meanwhile, Kapil had me at the grin! Read the rest of this entry

Acha, This Is For You

Wrote this a couple of years back. Just came back again on the 14th year of my father’s passing.

There is a story by Somerset Maugham ‘The Verger’ which talks about a man who served as the Verger of his local church till he lost his job on the grounds that he was illiterate. Lost without the job which he had been doing for decades, he decides to start his own business and goes on to build quite a business empire. The story always reminded me of my dad. No he was not illiterate. Just that he lacked formal education, having been forced to give up school when he was barely out of elementary school when his father died and as the eldest son, he was forced into the unenviable role of taking care of his mother and three younger siblings.  Read the rest of this entry