First know this. That everything you heard about the French is true. They are crazy, they do eat a lot of garlic and cheese, they do dress superbly well, they can be wonderfully rude at times and they do entirely believe that form trumps over function almost every time. If you could live with these[…]
I must confess that this change of relationship status has affected me quite severely. Initially I was quite visibly distraught, but, over time I realized the futility of the matter and eased up on myself. Infact, I even convinced myself that it could be a good thing. However, after watching the first formula one race[…]
If it weren’t for them, the train would have been deadly silent. The subway is undoubtedly the best way of commuting within Tokyo. It was obvious that the city’s planners had shown a complete lack of recognition of public parking spaces for cars. Also the traffic wasn’t exactly free flowing either. So, on my way[…]
The problem with raincoats is that they just can’t be cool. You could perhaps go with a rain jacket but those too are quite cumbersome. So then, on a cold(ish) October night in the city, I found myself what I considered rightly dressed in a very light green and beige wind cheater. Carrying the vanity[…]
Yokohoma glitters through a porthole above the bathtub KonichiwaA Japanese welcomeHumble, warm and prolonged IslandsLike no otherStringing the Pacific Dinner, a wonderful guessing game.Blatant Red’s and White’sA Flag capturesWhat a country paints Always contrasting A cheerleader with a doctoral degreeJapan ContrastThe Japanese hospitalityIs Mind boggling and full of apologiesWhen the fault is all mine. Arigato[…]
Supercars. Stunning machinery with fantastic looks. An ability to break 60 mph barrier within 4 seconds and then carry on to cross 200 mph. Generally two door coupes with little or no practicality. They are designed to look and drive like a jet fighter. They are what they sound. Supercars. I was quite visibly enthralled[…]
Dear Jen Have I told you about my hometown? Have I told you about Nashik? It’s a small non pretentious town that lies east and north of much bigger towns of Mumbai and Pune. Sure, it is making an attempt fit in with these sister cities but that has never been on its priority list.[…]
The interviewer is sitting opposite the subject. The room is mildly lit but not dark. The ambience seems very blah. Initial pleasantries have finished. The interviewer now wields a pen and paper while the young subject straightens up in the chair. “So, you think you are ready?” “Yes, I have been feeling it for a[…]
“Tonight this fool’s half way to heaven and just a mile from helland he feels like going home”Bruce Springsteen (Almost) Like clockwork, I would grow grumpy on the day of departure from home. In all the four years that I spent at College of Engineering (Pune) Hostels, each time I left home (Nashik) to go[…]
Like in any excessively priced coffee shop, the coffee was served cold or lukewarm, at best. Yet I was a regular there. I think I went for the ambience or perhaps for no justifiable reason at all. Despite it being winter, there was a fair bit of sunshine outside that Saturday morning. My constant looking[…]