AS the foliage of autumn painted the jungle in hues of gold, a peculiar predicament dawned upon its inhabitants, most notably His Majestic Excellency, the tiger. The impending Navratra season — a revered celebration — brought with it an unfamiliar...
IT was late evening on January 10, 2008. We were in England on Air Force duty and after a long day in the cold, wet and windy English weather, we were enjoying a drink in the cosy anteroom of the...
THE other day, a doctor used the term ‘Googlopathy’ during a conversation with me. It was not difficult to guess that the term referred to the Google search by patients about ailments, treatments and drug side-effects and the subsequent exercise...
I WAS just 20, fresh out of college, and about to embark on the first major adventure of my life — a 15-day training for my first job as a medical representative. I remember my excitement and anxiety as I...
WHENEVER my close relatives or family friends visited my house, they used to bring sweetmeats despite my pleas against this formality. I would always tell them: “Please don’t bring sweets for me as I am consciously avoiding them.” “But how...
IT was an autumn morning. Roused by the hurly-burly on the street, I peeped out through the window of my study. I saw an old man being pestered by a group of teenaged boys. They were pulling a long-strapped leather...
GANDHI Jayanti brought back memories of my interaction with a Gandhian in the Netherlands five decades ago. He was Jan Tinbergen (1903-94), the first recipient — along with Norwegian Ragnar Frisch — of the Nobel Prize in economic sciences. I...
IT has been over four decades since I made that trip. The train from Mumbai trundled into the Lonavala railway station. It was late afternoon. The vendors made brisk business peddling their wares — tea, coffee and other items. Over...
THERE is something heartwarming about the Dubai advertisement featuring Saif and Sara Ali Khan. It’s not just another glossy tourism commercial; it’s a poignant glimpse into the beauty of the father-daughter relationship. Sara’s affection for her abba shines through. When...
OUT of the chiaroscuro unfolding at dawn — the pink light amid the park’s dappled foliage — emerges a delightful duo that makes my day. I stand under a gulmohar tree, leaning on the green wrought-iron boundary railings as I...
POLITICAL parties offer freebies to cover up the failure of their governments to provide gainful employment to the people. Under Article 324 of the Constitution, the Election Commission of India (ECI) has the mandate to conduct free and fair elections...
THE lives of seemingly ordinary people can be a source of many an inspiring tale if one looks deeper into them. This is the story of a colleague who, despite a very short association, left an indelible impression upon me....
ASHOK LAVASA’s article ‘The lure of maximum government’ (The Tribune, September 25), prompted me to take a walk down memory lane. I was born at Majra village (Dubaldhan), now in Haryana’s Jhajjar district. As we didn’t have calendars or a...
AFTER a 12-year gap, we got a chance to visit Kashmir, and that too amid the elections. Much has been said about the perceived benefits of abrogating Article 370, yet the everyday life of locals seems largely unchanged. Infrastructure has...
AUGUST 16, 1946, will remain etched in my memory forever. I was then in school. World War II had ended. Great Britain, though a victor, was badly bruised. Talk of Independence was in the air. Meetings were held and processions...
MY journalistic career began accidentally in the mid-1970s at Mayo College, Ajmer, where, as a callow assistant master, I authored and covertly circulated subversive pamphlets satirising my colleagues. Titillatingly dubbed The Lampoon, these single-spaced A4 cyclostyled leaflets parodying fellow masters...
THE mist in Shoghi was so thick that afternoon, I could barely see a few feet ahead. I hadn’t been back here in years, and everything felt unfamiliar — shrouded in this heavy, ethereal veil. As I made my way...
IT is Sunday.The child’s parents are at home. We the grandparents are sitting listlessly, missing our most gratifying, pleasant and enjoyable duty, if at all it can be called a duty. Come Monday, we shall be back to our cheerful...
I have always wondered why people who become ‘friends’ during journeys hardly ever meet again. Most of us have experienced this phenomenon. We bump into strangers on a bus, train or plane and hit it off with them. We exchange...
AS I stepped onto the familiar grounds of my alma mater after 10 long years, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It’s incredible how time flies. For years, I harboured the desire to return there. And when the opportunity...
ONE fine morning, I got up and looked out of the window to find that the letterbox outside our house was mysteriously missing. It had been there conspicuously for the past six-and-a-half decades, but it had left behind a hole...
THE retired Colonel living next to my house is well past 80 but still fit as a fiddle. He is known for his stingy habits, a keen sense of humour and love for Urdu poetry. Once, I cheekily asked him...
NOT so long ago, London used to be the cheapest city for a visitor, compared to the major cities of western Europe. No longer. A simple cup of coffee in an ordinary café can set you back by £2, or...
IN Sitaram Yechury’s death, India has lost not only one of its best-known left-wing leaders but also one of the finest communist representatives in Parliament. Yechury and Prakash Karat, two general secretaries of the Communist Party of India (Marxist), were...
I had the privilege of witnessing the incredible journey of Rajan, a humble yet remarkable man who worked in our office. He started as a peon, a role that many people might consider small or insignificant. But to him, no...
AS a North Indian, I grew up watching poignant images of Ganpati visarjan on television. Visuals of teary-eyed people immersing idols of Lord Ganesha would astonish and overwhelm me. Cut to 2024, I am in Pune, and that too during...
THE monsoon brings back a flood of cherished memories. While climate change has led to fewer rainy days at times, this year’s monsoon has seen the rain gods being very generous. A rainy day is a sensory experience, blending nostalgia...
ON the anniversary of the 9/11 terror attacks, my thoughts drift to that tragic day. I was at the Bengaluru HAL airport, ready to board a flight to Kolkata. My employer, the State Bank of India, had deputed me to...
I recently wrote a letter in the good old manner — using pen and paper — and dropped it in a letter box at the post office. The entire experience was surreal. Since I had to write to a friend...
AMONG unsolved mysteries, ‘horn ok please’ will stay right at the top. This message is written/painted behind almost every truck. One day, the puzzle of the Mohenjo-Daro script will be solved. But ‘horn ok please’ shall continue to confound us....