August 26, 2001
WHENEVER I get the blues, my usual ‘pick-me-up’ (if that’s the word I want) is a P.G. Wodehouse rib-tickler. It helps me chuckle away the dark clouds and rediscover the rainbows. Thank you, Jeeves. There is a perception that humorous prose is not as significant as serious writing. Also, that stories which make one laugh cannot be as great as stories that make one cry. This is unfortunate and also untrue. Don’t we read fiction to be amused and to be transported elsewhere —"into a cleaner, brighter world than we live in"?
Yeh hai London, yeh hai London, meri jaan!
The costliest cup
of coffee in the world!
the City of David
the ‘K’ factor rubs off on Asha Parekh
TIME OFF: Archer
shoots a Crooked Arrow
Monica’s second coming
the sake of your heart
Keeping a date with amazing Amsterdam