Category Archives: Personal

Love will rise like a phoenix if the Taj Mahal turns to ashes

By Suresh Pattali

 At the outset, let me confess: I have not seen the Taj Mahal for real. Nor do I desire to anytime soon. A crime it is. A romantic crime. There is no need to traverse thousands of kilometres to stand in front of one of the universally admired masterpieces of world heritage and say ‘Wah Taj’. Because for me the Taj is metaphysical. Because there is a Taj in my neighbourhood, not so grandiose as the real one but as poignant as the Mughal legend. Continue reading Love will rise like a phoenix if the Taj Mahal turns to ashes

Thanks, Gene. I’ll miss the times you ‘bear’ with me

By Alvin R. Cabral

Recently, I received some really horrible news, one that turned my world upside down, bringing me to the point of catatonia and even almost booking a flight back home to Manila so I could personally confirm if what I had long been dreading secretly had become a reality.

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I don’t pop BP pills anymore, it pays to join a gym

By Sunil Vaidya

Life begins at 60. Well, at least I can say that about myself, thanks to my daughter and the wife. The two ladies of the house decided on a surprise gift for my 60th birthday. I wasn’t enthused about the surprise but had no choice, so I signed on the dotted line the day I completed a full cycle of life, according to Chinese belief. Continue reading I don’t pop BP pills anymore, it pays to join a gym

When a classic bike connects generation

By Allan Jacob

What happens when nostalgia comes riding on a motorbike? I would succumb to the sheer emotion, the joy on wheels, the pleasure of the ride. So when a legendary bike named Jawa was relaunched last week in India, the occasion kick-started some feelings in me and off I went to share my excitement with those who experienced it, like I did in my boyhood. I didn’t have to go far as our sports editor in the newsroom cheerfully said he owned one during his stint as a rookie reporter during his salad days in Bombay, or Mumbai, in circa 1979.

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When a friend I haven’t met calls

By Suresh Pattali

Once upon a time, I called myself Chaotic Soul. And my first virtual home was aptly named so to define my persona truthfully. The only constant in my life was chaos. Life was meaningless without a minimum amount of mess, whether my own or borrowed. In most cases, I did not create them. Chaos came to me, like a moth to a flame. I lived in my virtual cocoon that had a signboard forewarning prospective visitors, “Come in carefully. Do not trip over carcasses of chaos.” Continue reading When a friend I haven’t met calls