I was in the family way, soon after my marriage indeed. Most of the months that I was expecting, we were in Bombay, as it was called then. Visits to the doctor took place now and then. I was told that the baby’s weight was less than what was expected. When I came to  Ranchi… Continue reading Breast-feeding?

The next weekend was our last in NZ. The Anondo Mela to which our friend, Mala had invited us to, was in the evening. Gautam and Shiv went to the High Grade Motors in the morning itself for servicing the car. I accompanied them while Ria took rest at home. From there we went to… Continue reading Anondo Mela

In October 2011, a few days before Deepawali, I took a chance and hesitatingly dropped by at the temporary office of Dev Sahab, at Bandra in Mumbai (his studio cum office, Anand, was under reconstruction). I was wondering how he must have taken the adverse reviews, and the dismal response to his last film, Charge… Continue reading Dev Sahab, a personal remembrance

Flashback to a couple of decades. I sat perched on my chair in front of my class about to begin the next lesson, in our government textbook. It was about the Maoris and how a European had gone visiting there for a couple of days. Bathing, washing and even cooking was done in the hot… Continue reading NZ- Tamaki Village

Mother Bernedette stood in front of the class talking about distant continents like Australia, and then came New Zealand. All of 15 I was curious about the place when she spoke of hot springs and the Maoris. The outer crust of the Earth, especially with the hot molten lava inside, seething and bubbling, found a… Continue reading NZ- Rotorua

Penned on 4/10/18 Crash boom..bangs galore Landed..on a lonely shore! -Tintin, the comic character My idea of this unique country in the Southern Hemisphere of the globe, was always one of an exquisite, exotic type of place, but what I saw when we finally reached, took my breath away. My knowledge of the place was… Continue reading NEW..NEW…NEW ZEALAND

My first assignment, after I was confirmed as a sub-editor cum editor in the editorial desk of Screen weekly, was to meet Lata Mangeshkar and take down her nostalgia of her first lessons in classical hindustani vocal music from her father, Shri Deenanath Mangeshkar.  It was meant for a special article from her, in the… Continue reading When Lata Mangeshkar prayed for my first assignment

We were invited to the party celebrating the 50th Golden Marriage Anniversary of my Kaka and Kakima and were overjoyed. For several reasons. The fact that they had pulled along all these years in their roller coaster lives, was an achievement of a sort. Kakima’s voice rang with excitement and pleasure that they’ll see 50… Continue reading The Message Behind Marriage Anniversary