• Call Back: A visit to a place I consider alma mater A few months back  there was a regroup vacation of a bunch of schoolmates who mattered in a place, considering that most of us have lived away for more than fifteen years, we would still call home. The meeting was a blur of stories of wonder, success, suffering and survival well-doused with malt liquor. I […]
  • Can we? Last week was traumatic for every Indian on this planet as we were going through disbelief, anger, incomprehension, concern for all of us who remain and recovery. We cursed and blamed everything in sight over all this – religions, countries, politicians, bureaucrats, luxury hotels, fishermen, news anchors and more. I believe that this calls for […]
  • A Director's Profile I was given this task of writing Indrajit Nattoji’s profile to be published wherever necessary. Being a long-standing friend helped me write this piece and have fun doing it. Watch his movie when it is out and tell me if all this is true. His profile follows: Indrajit Nattoji is a movie maker with an […]
  • A Stupid Prayer The figs in the yard are ripe and forever falling, the moon has waxed many times and now it is waning, the cigarettes are stale with a stench of an ogre’s tale And I can hear my blog feebly calling. Time is torn and is twisted around the clock, a thinking head is shut shop […]
  • Freeing Willy When you are out in cold weather for long there is a challenge that needs to be addressed. This is probably a design problem that is not solved yet. When sleety wind stiffens your face the tips of your ears feel numb. They feel as if you can break them off like crackers to feed […]
  • Mid West Mid Life The room windows open out to the wrong side of downtown – open with a big sky. Small mounds of snow on terraces, a faraway belfry and the comfort of the room with outside temperature at 12 degrees below zero on the Celsius scale. I was way too tired to keep awake in the United […]
  • His & Hers – Part 2 – Surviving Malayalees Read part one before you read this. Click here. As an introverted brahmin boy with bad skin I lived in a room on the terrace of a three-storied building in small town Madurai – a surreal place with percussive music and rampant human emotions. My father was a businessman selling laboratory appliances and chemicals to […]
  • Life is precious When I saw Medha and Jags being dragged into the deep, helpless and tired it was a rude reminder that fragility is the very core of existence. Because, dear reader, life is like those stupid mint gums with jelly in the middle. It feels like it will endure the cruel intent of the molars of […]
  • His & Hers – A comparative analysis of idiosyncratic neighbors. Part 1 I fell in love with a malayalee. When I was younger, probably less wise and way too brash I fell for a lass from a strip of land tucked between the sea and self importance. I am a Tamil Brahmin – Tambram for short. I was an epitome of the motor mouth clan of white […]
  • Confessions of an advertising man Back in the ’80s, South Bombay was advertising heaven and God occupied the corner office on the 15th floor of Express Towers at Nariman Point. But even God (Alyque to friends) couldn’t make Lintas India’s number one agency. That honor belonged to HTA, whose offices were located at PM Road, Fort. Size, however, was no […]