Education is neither a measure nor an indication of common sense. Thus spake my dad. And any time you started doubting the statement, wondering “Hey, that just can’t be true“, he’d just point out a real life example; an educated idiot. Human life hasn’t evolved enough for dad to run...
“Ok. Stop that.” “Huh? Stop what?” I turned around. I was thrown off course there. Here I was accompanying mom for her appointment with the doctor. We’d just got in the hospital, and had done no more than walk up to the reception. I know I can be irritating at...
I may not look much of a scholar, and I wouldn’t begrudge you thinking of my intellect in unflattering terms. I wouldn’t really get on arguments on semantics, and I’ll be fine as long as you all agree that I’m smarter than the average bear (I really am! This was...
Recently, a lurking, irksome, nearly forgotten evil made its presence known, albeit in a slightly different form. It was an evil that I, and so many of my discerning friends, had blissfully considered long forgotten… an ugly memory of the past, buried under the thick fabric of time. We were...
Wedding bells chimed… metaphorically, of course. Crowds cheered, drinks emptied, cameras clicked, and speeches given. Another joyous occasion. And no, I am still safe, sound, and blissfully single. The wedding was of my prodigious cousin, Roshan Francis, and my multi-talented friend, Ashika Sharma. Wrongly rumored to be next in line,...
Boys don’t cry. Nah. They may run into nasty boo boos and get mommy to kiss the wounds from time to time, but at least when they’re with their gang, boys do NOT cry. And men. They do not cry. Ever! Nope. They can’t cry. The tear glands are there for...
It is time again for yet another installment of Hamish Joy’s tips for the prudent traveler. If you are not a prudent traveler, I would suggest that you read this anyway, because the cleverly hidden secret agenda of Hamish Joy’s articles is to increase readership. Why is that? I cannot...
“Eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!” Alarmed Lady: “Waiter, there’s chicken in my soup!!! Eeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!” (The room goes silent. Enter stage left, the hotel manager , puffing and panting….) Manager: “Please stop shrieking, madam. This is a reputed hotel. What you are saying is quite impossible.” A.L.: “But look at this… (she points at her...
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.…” Hence quoth Shakespeare, but he wasn’t actually proposing that we call it by some other name. He was merely making a point. And he did. He made a very good point, whatever...
