A cup of tea, all nice and buttery

Somehow salty tea always reminds me of that saccharine sweet, a-tad-too-sentimental (and definitely not my kind :P) SMS forward: A guy takes a pretty girl on a date and he is so nervous he asks the waiter for salt in his coffee. She asks why, he says it reminds him of the saltiness in the…

Tales of an Insomniac

I could fill almanacs with the things I do when I cannot sleep. Take the other day, for instance, when one sleep-deprived night led to me crashing early the next. Surprise of surprises, I was wide awake in a few hours. A most vicious cycle it is. So with nothing to do, and because I…

First Impressions

Tada! Here I was, at the Asian College of Journalism. India’s best journalism college, according to the better informed. I stepped into the foyer of the imposing white building, and the first thing I heard was a distinctive nasal voice. “You know what happened to me when I was traveling to Chennai?”, and so it…

What NOT to do in a departmental meeting

Hi everybody. This is Frank Sinatra, reporting live from a departmental meeting. This is what we (the small fry) do during these meetings: write pen and paper blogs at the back of our conference pads. The more talented ones draw caricatures of the big boss and pass the sheets around. At this moment, twenty five…

From a Die-Hard Fan

(To the honourable school Principal next door) Dear Father,                I love your kids. I really do. I love that they bang away on the drums and give erudite speeches in the wee hours of the morning. Amazingly talented kids. Day and night they regale me with the latest…

Cauliflower fritters and a Pennukaanal

Malathi rolled out chapatis furiously, distorting them into African countries in her vengeance. “Do you think she will agree this time?”, Suresh mumbled, flipping a chapati on the tawa. “Pinnelaathe! She has to agree… such a good offer.. how can we let it go just like that…” “But the boy’s only a B.Tech… “ “Boy’s only…