I don’t know when I first watched the Disney version of The Jungle Book. I was under 12 definitely, but I think I was under 10. I believe I was under 10 because every time Kaa the snake got tied up in knots or was treated like some sort of super elastic, he’d groan sibilantly, “Ooooh, my ssssssinussssessss,” and I’d identify. Read more
Whereas this time last year I was high on Christmas, this year I haven’t been feeling Christmassy at all. In fact, I know just how Scrooge of A Christmas Carol feels. Read more
I keep a slim, light torch in my bag for emergencies. A hangover from my youth in power-less Calcutta where there used to be power cuts for anything between 12 and 18 hours a day. Read more
I’ve been sick. A virus. And a throat so bad that I could only croak for about 10 days – and I tried to avoid even that (thank heavens for SMS, chat and email) because it hurt so very much. Read more
Worry not about this pompous-sounding headline. I’m not saying a THING about retail FDI, the Lokpal Bill or even the slap on Sharad Pawar’s face. Read more
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