Hanging Corpses, Flying Buns
It was yet another boring social-studies exam.
In the sole mission of regurgitating all the 'by-hearted' dates and kings, a curious event erased my...
To Sir With Humor – Teachers Day Special
Teachers Day! This colloquial word still evokes the image of a saree clad spectacled lady, brandishing a stick threatening to hypnotize young wards under...
Throne Where All Are Equal
The other day a topic of conversation with friends touched on a sensitive subject ? death, and the great equalizer it is. Whilst I...
The English Conundrum
My recent column on the encouraged some of my friends to debate on the subject of Englishism vs Americanism, the Toilet vs Restroom scenario...
Eddie’s entry to heaven
It was a Friday afternoon, the time was quarter to two and Eddie as usual, after downing two pegs of whiskey and gulping down...
Of Hell, Rock Groups and Churchill
Just the other day my five year old son Ethan put the question that kids at his age usually do "What happens when we...
Sunday Blues
My bike was on a strike last Sunday, and inspite of kicking hard, it refused to to cough.
I understood, it needed a long sleep,...
New broom, sweep clean!
It was early in the morning. I was in the toilet, trying to hurry morning rituals awaiting my Manager's call. While in tension, nature's...
Writing – Not My Cup Of Tea
Recently my wife wrote two beautiful articles on "Mangalorean.com" which, were well received and appreciated by the readers ( and ). Written straight from...
From Uncle Sam – With MORE Love
Note: For a better read, feel and comprehension of this article, I suggest the readers to take a brief glance through .
Prologue:
The son has...
