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...
2006 – The End Of The World!
I cannot imagine what goes on in my wife's head sometimes. She's been as fearsome as a Viking all year through but now when...
Support Bollywood
On my recent vacation that just concluded, one of the main items in my agenda was to meet my cousin. She is happily married,...
The Sure Bet
We were all sitting in executive lunch tables.
"Rao, would you like to bet on the world cup winner?" Asked one of my colleagues.
All that...
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,...
Sunday Sililoque
"Daamanna jumped into the neighbour's well last night!" Devappa announced, and released a long jet of saliva shaded scarlet red by the 'bachhire' he...
Area that matters…
I was driving down the Sheikh Zayed Road, close to Shankar's office and suddenly remembered I needed to meet him. I called him up.
"Shankar,...
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...
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...
