• Nostalgia

    The lost romance of train travel

    “The trains [in a country] contain the essential paraphernalia of the culture: Thai trains have the shower jar with the glazed dragon on its side, Ceylonese ones the car reserved for Buddhist monks, Indian ones a vegetarian kitchen and six classes, Iranian ones prayer mats, Malaysian ones a noodle stall, Vietnamese ones bulletproof glass on the locomotive, and on every carriage of a Russian train there is a samovar. The railway bazaar with its gadgets and passengers represented the society so completely that to board it was to be challenged by the national character. At times it was like a leisurely seminar, but I also felt on some occasions that…

  • Nostalgia,  Side Pockets

    That sweet game called Cricket

    An earlier rant that I had written on the deplorable state of cricket in its 20 over format. Now with allegations of corruption and spot-fixing, it might have been the proverbial last nail, but I still don’t see T20 dying out so soon. The audiences like it, the cricketers make a neat sum – what more is needed. Whatever happened to that sweet little game called Cricket ? What I see now seems nothing more than a trash can of cricketing shots promoted as sports entertainment, masquerading in the name of a great game. It is too early to write off the twenty 20 version of the game in its…

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    Kerala,  Nostalgia

    Nostalgia is a rabid dog

    I don’t know why I keep going back in time to May-June 2010, this time of the year. It’s been 3 years now, but I still can’t forget my first memories of that place. There must be a stupid internal clock in my brain that has an alarm set to go off this time of the year. The reasons – maybe it was the place itself and the jaw dropping scenery it made me take for granted for a better part of two years. On second thoughts, maybe it had more to do with the ceaseless rain there. (Utterly magical) WordPress statistics for my blog tell me it is the…

  • Nostalgia

    Memories of Bombay

    Having spent most of my life in Vasai, I am always confused whenever somebody asks me where my home is. While Mumbai is a sufficient reply for outsiders, Mumbaikars themselves will tell you that Vasai falls well outside the city limits. True that, any time I had to go watch an English movie or pick up clothes from a mall, the first thing I would have to look for is the next convenient local train from Vasai. Don’t get me wrong, Vasai retains a quaint, old world Portuguese charm that will remind you of Goa in more ways than one. But it is simply a case of so near yet…

  • Nostalgia

    Of small matters on Valentine’s day

    On the occasion of yet another valentine’s day passing by (now I know what it feels like to watch a 5 test cricket series that ends without a result), I got a phone call from a girl. Her english was impeccable, she was courteous while speaking and she sounded kinda cute too. A little too harsh of me then, that I refused. “Ma’am I don’t want another credit card, I already have 3 from the past three years.” Heart-breaking for the lady, I know, but what to do. There is only so much joy that you can derive from having a credit card and not crossing your limits every month…

  • Nostalgia

    Aaj ka ye episode….

    Honestly, I never found Ulta Pulta funny when I was a kid. For someone who still doesn’t understand politics even in his late 20s, a satire based on politics and the Indian economy would quite obviously have been too dense back then. But Flop Show was an entirely different matter altogether. I didn’t know his name back then, but for millions of Indians, Jaspal Bhatti will forever be remembered as the brains behind one of the best comedy series on national television. Aaj ka ye blog post therefore, dear reader, is dedicated to a few gems that I will always fondly remember with more than a chuckle, from Flop Show.…

  • Nostalgia

    Dedicated to that special place.

    I got down from the noisy, diesel-powered auto-rickshaw and asked what the fare was. “350”. I don’t know why I paid him that much, normally the fare would not be greater than 220. Maybe it was to do with the fact that I remembered this same guy driving me to the doctor once – you see, too much partying can have an effect opposite to that of the proverbial apple’s, then driving me to the medical store parking precisely in front so that my teetering self wouldn’t have to walk too much and then drove me back to my hostel. Or maybe, he had just taken advantage of the short bursts…

  • Nostalgia

    Of trivial pursuits and childhood games

    Ops-Bats One of my earliest exposure to acts of wanton violence was a game called ‘Ops-Bats’ that was popular among most kids in my town. The pernicious little game was played out something like this: every time you sat down, you had to shout ‘Bats’ to the person you were playing it with. Otherwise, he was entitled to punch you in the back with all the strength his closed fist could muster. And again, if you had a moment of epiphany and decided to stand up like a mushroom in the monsoons, you were obliged to shout ‘Ops’, failing which, Zeus would take his thunderbolt, use various scientific formulae to…

  • Movies & Books,  Nostalgia

    Films,Music,Nostalgia

    Was having food in the mess today, Dabangg happened to be playing on a channel and all of a sudden, I realized, is it not common for us to create associations between films and their music with particular periods of our lives and later, on coming across them, be transported back in time ? Let me elucidate a bit.. Songs of DDLJ (vile comments and KJo jokes apart), remind me of my primary school days. The film had been a unanimous hit across India and the globe, its songs were all chartbusters and I have fond memories discussing scenes in the film (Anupam Kher and SRK’s ‘o pochi..o koka..o bobi..o lola’)…