All posts by Keith Perena

A song-filled ode to a musical genius who’s ‘been’ there

By Tirtho Banerjee

When I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I used to listen to Hemanta Kumar Mukherjee’s renditions of Rabindra Sangeet: Diner Sheshe Ghumer Deshe, Mone Robe Ki Na Robe, and so on, which my baba (father) would play on his record player. Some of the lyrics were unfathomable back then (and most of them still are), but there was something in his soulful voice that kept lingering in my consciousness.

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Miso soup: A bowl of regret to recall people

By Alvin R. Cabral

never liked miso soup — unflattering for someone who worships Japanese cuisine. Yet, here I was, in a downtown San Francisco resto, sipping away at the concoction I never got to like because I had no choice: There was no Wi-Fi, I didn’t have data and, most agonisingly, it would take 15-20 more minutes before my sashimi, katsudon and some weird deep-fried dragon roll would have the honour of being devoured by this worshipper.

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How India Vs Pak pushed cricket on the back foot

By Vicky Kapur

A scoreline of 212/6 vs 336/5 doesn’t even begin to do justice to the hype created for an India-Pakistan encounter on the cricketing field. And this was during the ICC Cricket World Cup, the quadrennial contest for cricket’s most celebrated title. What a washout! It was pegged as the clash of the Cup and even rain gods relented (save for the fact that Pakistan’s innings was truncated by 10 overs and the target was revised down by 35-odd runs). But even ardent admirers of Pakistan cricket will concede that the 11 Men in Green on the ground were no real match for the Clinical 11 from India.

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Who ‘killed’ my mother — cousin or colleagues?

By Suresh Pattali

“Mother serious start immediately”

Succinct, sharp, explicit and poignant. No room for a comma or a full point as punctuation was payable at the same rate as a word. The language of emotions has no grammar anyways. This fabled line sent via the now-defunct Indian telegram service was probably the most misused message sent across any platform once upon a time when the phenomenon called the Internet never existed.

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Can you ever have enough World Cup jerseys? No.

By Purva Grover

Men, as I was made to believe, can live contentedly, with just a few pair of trousers, two shirts (white and blue), and a single pair of shoes. Of course, new-age men may boast drawers full of many pair of socks as well to match up with the well-paired trousers-shirts combo. The man I married is not new-age; we’re both ageing and I’d like to think with grace. Of course, I expected his wardrobe to be skeletal as well. I was right, but only partly.

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Indo-Pak match: What it means for one from both sides

By Sukayna Kazmi

“How did that happen?” That is the first question I’m asked when people find out that I’m half-Indian, half-Pakistani (well, my father is from India, and mother from Pakistan). For some, it’s hard to digest that love can blossom between people from rival countries. Even though India and Pakistan have a history of political conflicts, the two communities mingle quite happily in the UAE.

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