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Toi? Non.

I hadn’t thought of posting this one, but why the hell not? It was my first experience of racist hostility. I won’t name the cafe/restaurant where they refused to serve us; “ask the grandchildren”. The place looks inviting enough though with its warm Edison bulbs.  

Before I leave….

I’ll be moving to Delhi to board my flight in a couple of hours. The next week or so will see very irregular posting. Just wanted to say that due to some google algorithms, a lot of blogs I follow were accidentally going to the spam box. I have tried to fix it, I hope … Continue reading

Morbid thoughts

My father-in-law died a few days ago. He was 87, had lived a long, fulfilling life and died after a short illness, short enough to not linger unduly in pain, long enough to let his family accept his imminent passing. As deaths go, probably one of the better ways to go about it. As if … Continue reading


In honor of No-shave November….not that I’ve been clean shaven in a long time now…


Turned 40 yesterday. Was I happy it was my birthday? I don’t think many are, once they are out of their teens. But who am I to say that? Given my genetic background I’m through with less than half my life, but it seems so much longer. And the last so many years seemed compacted … Continue reading

Since I’ve been copy – sketching 

A guest

Over a month ago, I got a text from an old patient of mine, asking for my address. Took me a little down memory lane. I had operated on this guy when he was a teenager. There was a suspicious (and ugly-looking, which was of more import to him) growth in his right eye and … Continue reading

Couplet (mine)

हुआ क्या जाएगा इन चंद तिनकों के उड़ाने में ये वीरां हो चुकी बस्ती सो अब क्या ख़ाक उजड़ेगी?   Hua kya jaayega in chand tinkon ke uDaane mein? Yeh veeraan ho chuki basti, so ab kya khaak ujDegee?   What pain if you tear up a weed? These ruins won’t go again to seed……   … Continue reading

Ode to an unfinished memory..

Baker man – 3

Using this long pole we placed our loaves into the pre-heated oven (no thermostat though!). It took less than ten minutes and we all had our very own bread! Something I seem unnaturally proud of. I took my fresh loaf and sat in the small cafeteria right next to the amphitheatre and ate it with … Continue reading