Category Archives: TIME

rOtring Initial F Fountain pen, lousy cap and $ 110!


Lousy cap that died within one year. Doesn’t stay!

Your Latest Trip.


Manik arrives from Chandigarh after finishing his shift@Dell.com and we leave by 12 PM for this with Gaurav. Update. We leave without any deadlines to reach anywhere or get back. 13th October, 2016. Photos to come, as they happen.              

A woman’s age!


Morning visitor. HathniKund rest house. He asked your age. I was having my mattar mushroom fried. You told him. He commented. “मैडम, आपके बदन को देख कर तो नहीं लगता कि आप की age इतनी है!” I choked!!! We laughed. He left.

बसस्टॉप पर जादू वाली चाय मिलती है!


बसस्टॉप पर जादू वाली चाय मिलती है! इन्तज़ार करते रहो एक घंटा, बस नहीं आएगी। कप में चाय डलते ही, बस! तीसरी बार आज हुआ। चतुराई दिखाते हुए, आते ही चाय बोल दी। कप के हाथ मे आते ही बस भी आ गई! आज सोचा, चाय फैकूंगा नहीं। चाय समेत चढ़ने की जद्दोजहद में, लैपटॉप […]

Ashar and I!


It was love at first sight! I met him in 1979 and we became best of friends. In 1981, he changed the school and I raised my tantrums to be shifted. I was, as usual! 1982 end, I was admitted in The Daly College, whined about the hostel life and returned to Delhi in 1984. […]

Words make the world go ROUND!


Words from Soumya . “Honest is the first word that comes to my mind when I think of Rahul. It was a true pleasure training him because of his keen interest in the training. It didn’t seem like he was sitting there because he was paid to do so. He actually wanted to learn. That […]

My pathetic response to a common email.


My Dearest Ajay. Here is a small ABSOLUTELY TRUE INCIDENT for you and all others like you who must have received a lot of BlackBerries (I LOVE Strawberries) and Windows Tablets (I only need Prozac and Viagra) and the $ 490,088,069 that I left with my Nigerian extra-virgin 19 year old wife before getting killed […]

Puff the Magic Dragon


Puff the Magic Dragon This song *NEVER* fails to bring that odd-childish tear in my tired old eyes. So much so, I refrain from listening to this song in public! Now the question that bothers me for QUITE a few years (Since Denali Training.), off and on, is:  who am I?

Go, Figure.


“Doobi doobi aankhon mein hain, sapnon ke saaye; Raat bhar apne hai, din mein paraaye.”

High Time?


Yesterday I went to the marriage and later reception of Jaideep, son of Gursharan Uncle. I met many of my Father’s old friends and was especially impressed by the unforgettable social skills of Raman Saluja and his devoted wife. Had two large ones of Smirnoff Vanilla on both occasions. Came home and slept. Now come […]