Brushed Away by an Elephant

Brushed Away by an Elephant

What can one say when one loses a VERY dear friend, one who was way more than a brother. Bunny (Harjit Singh) Mehta and I were colleagues way back in 1975, both young assistants in Malayalam Plantations.  While the two of us never worked on the same estate or, for...
Their very own Hajj

Their very own Hajj

Having dug deep into our respective memory banks, neither Peter James nor I can remember which year it was that James Gourmet Coffee bought their first consignment of teas from the Nilgiris which was sourced from my earlier specialty tea project, the bouTEAque factory...
Never be Overcome

Never be Overcome

It’s an unquestionably well accepted fact that, even if it’s just a couple of words and regardless of whether those words be wise or damaging, should those be instilled over a period of time in a child’s mind, they burrow their way in and stay embedded.  Triggers! ...
Getting my Money’s Worth

Getting my Money’s Worth

This time I’m rolling the clock back to 1999.  The period when we were still in Dubai. A couple of years ahead of ’99, one fine day while doing whatever it is that one does in that city, this having been nagging me for some time, I arrived at a conclusion that, long...
Our Indomitable Tyke

Our Indomitable Tyke

Xerox came into our lives in February 2016 after we lost Psycho in a bizarre accident. Being the person I am and as happens whenever I lose one of my four legged friends, when Psycho headed off to his happy hunting ground, I was totally distraught. Muskan, having...