It was on the Saturday the 24th of October, 2020, with the three days’ holiday in its infancy, that I dozed off with a mild ache pulsing through my meagre frame, right after the morning bout of toast and ginger-chai. The beautiful holiday lay sprawled at my feet like a tranquil lagoon, as sparkling and deep as could come the way of a middling bank employee.
Tag: Humour
Exit the Ghost of Blogger
Confined to the peripheries of my home, looking out the window at a mysteriously pink moon rising day after day, I have of late been forced to cogitate on the wonders of being alive, the hump in the lawn not…
The Siege of the Bog
It happened when I was eight or nine. What revived the memory this past month was the hurried confession of Matt Renshaw, a rookie Australian batsman to his captain, as he scrambled for the loo from the middle of a…
Train to Nada Land
Dear friend and patrons, by the time you read this post, I’d be rocking away to my old hometown in a still older train panting over the ancient tracks laid down by the British looking to save the Indians from…
Why Did the Chicken Write a Blog?
ARNAB GOSWAMI: Can you tell this, on this channel, right in front of all of us: why can’t the chicken write a blog? The nation wants to know. RAHUL GANDHI: The chicken has written the biggest blog since Independence and…
Fra Lippo Lippi
Yesternight, I was caught red-handed, drooling over the Nikon photographic lens section of the B&H Photo Video online store by the Moral Police...
One Grain Amongst the Storm 