I have been on the road all across Maharashtra for the past ten days and I must admit, in typical Hinglish-speak, I Am Loving It!
It is election season in Maharashtra again and my mind goes back to the Eighties when I covered election campaigns in the rural areas, getting to the villages strap-hanging in buses, asking for lifts from farmers driving tractors on the highways to take me those places where the buses would not go and then being dropped off at the nearest bus terminus again riding pillions on mopeds driven by villagers chivalrous enough to give me a ride. Read more
I am always amazed by the fact that life always tends to come full circle in various ways, big or small.
Nearly ten years ago, one day, I needed to go from Churchgate to Gaiwadi in the heart of the old South Bombay but every one of the first three cabbies I hailed turned me down. Read more
Some years ago, when I did not know Suresh Kalmadi at all but was invited to a party he was throwing at a five-star hotel in Bombay, I was not too sure if I would make it – or if I would be comfortable in case I did.
But then I decided to attend, for it would have been churlish to refuse. I went on my own, however, – rather tentatively, without an ‘accompaniment’ as some would say — for I could not but help remember the two occasions when I invited someone to similar parties by politicians and shuddered at what had transpired. Read more
I was yet at college when Mrs Indira Gandhi split the Congress to form her own faction of the party. The Congress symbol of cow and calf, which until then had probably been very popular, got permanently frozen. She chose the ‘Hand’ instead. Read more