Thousands of common men, women and children belonging to the middle class in cities across the country have suddenly plunged below the poverty line after...

I was quite perturbed to see a notice pinned on the hospital notice board early this morning which staidly announced – All doctors and staff members are hereby instructed to observe strict austerity in their public conduct and refrain from wasteful expenditure wherever deemed applicable. Indulging in inappropriate acts of profligacy while on duty shall attract penal...

What is puny and small in the beginning, but swells enormously when appropriately tickled? Crowds, of course. And an indomitably spirited Anna Hazare demonstrated exactly this to the world with his usual aplomb during the Herculean fast which he just concluded amidst the humongous applause of freshly stirred countrymen. As speaker after righteous speaker at the Ramlila...

The similarities are just too much to ignore. Old warhorses. One nearly exhausted. The other – too much exhaust. Medium pacers in reality, but...

This post appeared among Blogadda’s Spicy Saturday Picks on July 3, ’10 Doctors are not too well known for their IT skills. We guys usually...

I apologise to my readers for having kept Susie off my blog for a considerable period of time.  She was indisposed for a while, you see, having contracted malaria first, and then a bit of gas, ostensibly from an overdose of medications prescribed by my dear friend Dr. Phadnis. Now she is fine, radiating from the glow of iron tonics and protein powders, that I had pilfered...

GPL, or the Grand Premier League is the fourth largest annual festival in the world after the Topless Rio Carnival, the NBA Basketball Championships and Christmas. GPL was first administered to us in 2008 by a (then unknown) cricket visionary by the name of Lalit Muddy. Lalit Muddy teamed up with another general purpose visionary Shararat Pawar of BCCI (Bored of Controlling...

Alas, the research seems to have gone all in the wrong direction. The scientists who invented the B.T. baigan may be gloating in glee over their success in pinching some obnoxious gene from some turdy bacteria and shoving it down an unsuspecting eggplant’s throat. But tell me – what’s the point?  What do you aim to achieve, apart from a sore eggplant...

“Saar…coffee.”  Susie’s steamy whisper hung over the wisps of instant coffee as she poured me a cup of the piping concoction. It was a chilly morning and she was arched precariously over my table, her rather large pair of cute cherry blossoms (cheeks, I hasten to add, in case you thought otherwise) oozing enough warmth to cook the cockles of my...