By Abhishek Sengupta
So, it turns out, Indian cricket team coach Ravi Shastri had a ‘foot-in-the-mouth’ moment earlier this week on live TV while describing India’s hard-fought 31-run win over Australia. Only this was more to do with footballs sans the feet.
Continue reading Why the gentleman’s game can do without crassness and drama
By Suresh Pattali
The flashing orange light on my office landline indicated either a missed call or a message (the ringer is always turned down). It was a colleague trying to find out if I had some candy lying around.
Continue reading How a long-time office habit of something sweet fell away
By Allan Jacob
Striking a man when he is down is not my style in these divisive times when everything one says is dissected and damned. However, I find it hard to put a lid on the anger welling inside in me as Indian billionaires, or Bollygarchs, as author and journalist James Crabtree calls them, go unpunished and taunt the law from distant shores.
Continue reading Why Vijay Mallya makes my blood boil
By Sushmita Bose
I always see the (inwardly) whenever someone comes back from Delhi and revels in carping about getting around in the Indian capital. The traffic, they report, is a nightmare, and getting from point A to point B is like navigating hell. My frequent — but short — trips to Delhi are geographically constricted: I live in a certain area, and my outings have a radius of three to four kilometres… So I cannot jump to my hometown’s defence as fast as I’d like to.
Continue reading Lots wrong with Delhi, but it has its many, many charms
By Dhanusha Gokulan
When my friend Aparna asked me to take care of her pet labrador, Whisky, for a couple of months earlier this year, I made what my mom later called “a reckless decision”. Aparna used to live in Sharjah, in an apartment on King Faisal Street till her landlord said Whisky had to leave or the lease wouldn’t be renewed.
Continue reading What to do with your dog when pets aren’t allowed in the building
By Nivriti Butalia
I don’t know if Donald Trump goes for walks. I know he likes golf carts and exclamation points and red ties and Moscow, but I don’t know if he likes walking. I don’t seem him as a walker. I don’t see him enjoying time minus his phone. Not that photos of a President sitting in a stretch limo imply he can’t or doesn’t enjoy walking, but it seems silly to opt out of stretching your legs for 0.2 miles.
Continue reading When you can arrive in a limo, why walk 250 yards, right?