(This was written for an Independence Day celebration) The words that issue forth from meI taste them on my tongueFlavours of ideas shaped by thosewho came before me, far from meSeparating me from kinI am an English speaking Indian The language that shapes my identityborn differently from meIts birth land,…
An old post retreived from the long-dead Office Capers. It’s still funny, I think. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!) Someone from the next cubicle (SNC): Do you know the iRiver? Me: The what river? SNC: Okay, you don’t know it. Me:…
I was terribly amused by the extra ‘tadka’ that this restaurant adds to its language alongside its food! It probably was very rude to laugh, when I read the top line which read ‘Motter Panir’. Then true to Mumbaiker form, perpetually seeking improvement, the manager instructed the ‘board-writer’ to correct…
I found this board inside a temple on a mountain. The road to heaven is paved with boisterous merry-making…and err…bad spelling.
Now and then I am rather startled when one of my close girlfriends speaks her mind. Of course that is THE point of a ladies’ night out, girl talk, female bonding yada yada yada. Still, it comes as something straight between your eyes when Ms.Dignified-to-the-point-of-being-Bronze statue-ed-almost or ‘Sweet n’ giggly…
