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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

Of trivial pursuits in childhood..

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 …

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 …