It’s a little crazy that every New Year’s we hope for things to change. I was at a cigarette kiosk the other day picking up a pack of smokes for my father. The guy behind the counter knew me since my cigarette smoking days so I ended up indulging in a conversation. I asked the guy ..
If the first few days of this year are any indication then things are only going to get more cuckoo with the passage of time. Usually it’s during April that the euphoria surrounding the New Year wears off and things get ugly but if progress is some thing to go by we don’t have to waste four ..
This whole Maoist and Naxalite thing is turning out to be too crazy. Earlier in the week I was at one of those la-di-da places in Khan Market exchanging ideas over a working lunch. Someone mentioned some thing about how someone becomes a Maoist. The simple stupid thing changed the very course ..
Since my car was stolen I’m looking at things in a new light. One of the troubled areas this incident opened up would be my take on things. For some years now my brother has been trying to convince me that I’m a cynical prick whose pastime is to go on bursting bubbles. He’s not entirely ..
I have joined a rare breed of people whose car has been stolen. No one I knew has ever lost a car. Till last week the biggest thing I ever lost was a cellphone. I really liked that cell-phone and it got stolen from the guard’s desk late at night where I was working. Yes, there are things ..