Trivandrum Rants

“Hey look, there’s a girl called Ned from India in breaking,” I shouted. “Accha, she’s a girl called India from the Netherlands!!,” said m...

Now that the elections are over in India, it is time again to show fingers. After each phase of this long-winding cluster-f#*k of an electio...

  It is 2024, which means a whole year has gone by without me writing anything. I am not vain enough to think that anybody missed this. Anyw...

Another year going down the tubes — partially at least. The highlight of course was the World Cup. Qatar showed the world what all things m...

Circa 2002. Soccer stadium in Kobe. Pre-quarters of World Cup, Brazil playing valiant Belgium. I had a good seat just behind the goal post. ...

After three years of Covid-imposed exile, I finally made it to my momma-land GOC (God’s Own Country, or as in some interpretations, God’s Ow...

Another year down the drain, while a new one is slithering up omi(cro)nously. “Twaaaaaang” goes scary music in the background. As for the ...

My toilet  Everybody has something or the other that they associate with a childhood experience or event. It could be a happy or a traumat...