Monthly Archives: November 2011

…and didn’t mourn his death too much. Nope. Even though he was ailing, and on his death bed for a while, coughing consumptively and spitting out the red stuff with his phlegm. Nope. We didn’t mourn his demise. Instead we … Continue reading →

…and in true fan girl style I couldn’t wait till I got myself to a theatre and did the illegal thing and saw it on the net. (This is where I should drown myself in remorse or fling myself off … Continue reading →

…a frisson of electric fear swept through the streets as we emerged blinking into the light of early evening and a couple of grey painted vans raced past with some dangerously swarthy men hanging out off their sides, looking around … Continue reading →

In this article. Which talks about misogynistic cyber bullying, something I think any woman who has been on the internet, and who has posted opinions that come from an independent mind has faced. It has been a long journey to … Continue reading →

Yesterday, the niece and I went to Hill Road in Bandra, in the evening, to purchase clothes and shoes and bags and such like of which we already had enough and more thank you, and a little more couldn’t hurt, … Continue reading →

The Litigators By John Grisham Another fastpaced courtroom thriller by the unchallenged master of the genre, Grisham, this one deals with the sudden career crisis faced by David Finch, who is employed by one of the leading legal firms in … Continue reading →

And so it was with great trepidation that we took the right turn towards the Amboli ghats. Yup, them high steep ghats with part of the road and the boundary wall of said road still under construction, with the view … Continue reading →

And so we set off, a motley assemblage of the young and the old and the somewhere in between, in a car that would not have its engine shut for 50 kms at least, during which we were not to … Continue reading →

…so where was I? Ah yes, the best laid plans of mice and men. And the plan was that we would all be bathed and ready by 8 am, shovel breakfast down our gullets, keep the brat on minimum solid … Continue reading →

…and waited and waited. And waited. Finally an elderly personage, on whom the ravages of alcohol seemed evident took himself off from the perch behind the counter having decided that we were hardy kind of cactus who were not going … Continue reading →