The Arm Chair guide

Dawn at no.8 Devanhalli is unlike the musical strains of Amanda Shankar’s “Dawn at Varanasi.” If dawn at Varanasi takes you through the ethereal  (though imaginary) sounds of Varanasi, dawn at Devanhalli is very real, and very southern with wafting coffee, Amma pounding on her Dell laptop which has replaced her portable Tippa Typewriter, Vimmi-ajji... Continue Reading →


The Open Secret

Shweta entered her compartment, placed her bags. Sat beside the window. She picked up her Daphne Beauchamp book. The story was setting in the Anglo-Indian community of the Doon Valley.  The journey of the three generations, beginning with very British rooted ones to the totally indianized a Punjabi one that emerging. The conflicts of Mahanadi... Continue Reading →

With Thanks to 2016

Dear Universe, Looking Back on 2016 thank you for a wonderful year that I had. This is one of the most disliked topics I have, it actually reminds of our clinical pathology posting, where we have to do stool examination. Essentially that is what the past is about, experienced digested, some assimilated and some thrown... Continue Reading →

A stranger ‘at Ah cannae forgit.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke the train shot out from the Nizamuddin station towards Ambala, I was travelling alone... Continue Reading →

wither dost thou wander?

Valentine’s perfect destination When we establish a destination by defining what we want, and then take physical action by making choices that move us towards that destination, the possibility for success becomes limitless and arrival at the destination is inevitable. But travelling a Valentine’s destination well... what would it be..? A night flight to Venus...... Continue Reading →

No Kidding—Travelling with kids.

No Kidding—Travelling with kids. I am just back from Hyderabad, and my co-passengers were a young couple travelling with a seven year old daughter and a 11 year old son. The kids were rather restless being cooped up within the train. I gave them my laptop and let them play a game each, while one... Continue Reading →

A monument to visit

 I don't mind being a symbol but I don't want to become a monument. There are monuments all over the Parliament Buildings and I've seen what the pigeons do to them. Tommy Douglas Monument is a Middle English word that got popularized in 1250-1300 AD, this was inspired by a Latin word I am not... Continue Reading →

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