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Humour: Writer`s dilemma

A Writer’s Dilemma A funny thing happened to me on the way to 2002. Just about every one I met, friends, kin, acquaintances, all barring complete strangers (the heavens be praised), would start conversations with mysterious references to ‘The Book.’ It took me a while to figure out they weren’t talking about the Bible,…

Humour: Mother of all farces

Mother of all farces After almost a decade in the line, I’d thought myself hardened to most people and happenings. So when the editor asked me to go meet the reigning Herbal Queen’s newly-wed son and heir, and get him to talk about his wedding, it sounded like…

Humour: A mate for Boss

A dogged pursuit I’m looking for a mate for my Boss. Before the unsuspecting reader jumps to the startling conclusion that I am matchmaking for my employer, I must clarify that Boss is my Golden Retriever. Even as Goldens go, Boss is gorgeous. Sable coloured with velvet brown eyes and a most affable disposition, he’s a stunning chappie. What’s more, he has…

Humour: Mona at a life-coaching session

Note: Mona was a flaky character I created in the pre-digital age and she used to appear in a lot of my DH Middles. A Costly Session I had never seen my friend Mona so excited. All that customary languor was gone, replaced by a…

Humour: That red elixir

That Red Elixir There is a lot I don’t know about wines. I will freely admit to that. However, there is one little thing that puzzles me no end: why for the love of…

Humour: Stagey couture, a Mona story

Stagey couture Mona turns out to be a theatre buff …of sorts! “It`s theatre fest time,“ I told my friend Mona. She is an avid and regular theatre-goer, our Mona. “Of course, darling,“ she drawled. “Where else would I be, if not at the Chowdiah Memorial Hall all week long? Why, I have got seven…

Humour: The write choice

The Write Choice The moment I gave notice of my impending relocation to the Nilgiri hills, people set my future agenda for me. `Oh, going to write a…

Humour: My secret garden

My Secret Garden Along with a manor house of slightly more than modest proportions, we `inherited` a garden when we moved to the…

Humour: Designer talk

Haute Jargon (2013 disclaimer: This piece needs to be read with tongue firmly lodged in cheek. The author has been a fashion journalist and while not totally sold on all things haute couture, definitely knows her zardosi from her gota patti. ) Design: A strange fiendish cult perpetrated by strange fiendish minds, with even stranger…