By Suresh Pattali
It’s one of my faves from J M Coetzee, recipient of the 2003 Nobel Prize in Literature and two-time winner of the Man Booker Prize. Revisiting Disgrace at a time when the Swedish Academy is engulfed in a sex abuse scandal was a spooky coincidence. The academy, which has conferred the coveted prize since 1901, including on Coetzee, will not name a laureate. Casting a quick glance at the breaking news on TV — I had a kind of hunch — I returned to the book and reflected on the parallels between the early part of the novel’s plot and the academy’s state of affairs: sex, scandal, sleaze and disgrace. Continue reading The Nobel academy’s disgrace and another #MeToo movement
By Bikram Vohra
In this age of whizzkids and 30-year-old CEOs, it is more than possible for a senior staffer to suddenly find himself between a rock and a hard place for no ‘fault’ of his own.
Continue reading What happens when a new CEO comes riding in?
By Alvin R. Cabral
There are two things I don’t like to see on women: tattoos and dyed hair (the more naturally-coloured strands are exempt from my judgemental notions). Piercings are fine, as long as they’re restricted to the ears. And let’s not even talk about other bodily ‘enhancements’.
Continue reading Why I think women can do without make up
By Keith Pereña
Let me begin by using a cliché most travel writers use — a journey without a smartphone. While I was in the Philippines recently on vacation, I had to, by default, do without my phone. In the excitement of going home for my brother Charles’s graduation, and seeing everyone I love, I forgot to back up my phone. Charles had to hand his phone down to me. So while I did technically have a new phone, it was without apps, and most importantly — without my music.
Continue reading Songs of grandpa’s vintage are great. But new numbers…
By Kelly Clarke
It’s 3pm and I’m en route from Dubai to Abu Dhabi to meet Jehan Razdan. She’s a mini masterchef of sorts.
Continue reading Strawberry mousse and sweet talk with a mini singing chef
By Allan Jacob
Mama Mia, there she goes again. My daughter’s swaying to Abba, singing along. She’s also humming Money, Money, Money, another memorable number by the group. On my way to work my iPod comes up with I Have a Dream, a favourite of my mom’s. The sitar interludes make it unique, and I wonder why I never caught it in all my years of listening to the group.
Continue reading Welcome back, Abba, and thank you for the memories
By Suresh Pattali
How could he do that? How dare he shut an island that once upon a time was the best in the world? But it is President Rodrigo Duterte. What Duterte wants, Duterte gets. He is an Asian personification of the American cowboy of the Old West. Like the ones in the American movies we watched growing up in the ’70s. Handy with guns and ready to fire on impulse. “Shut it down, I say,” ordered the incorrigible punisher, after calling the Boracay resort a cesspool, dirtied by tourism-related businesses dumping raw sewage into the ocean. Continue reading Sad what happend to Boracay, that beautiful, sleepy island