Nothing was ever Im’piss’able

Nothing was ever Im’piss’able

In 1978 I was transferred from Panniar to Upper Surianalle which was all of 2Kms away as the crow flies.  Almost always swathed in a dense mantle of swirling mist, the estate had been most aptly named as Surianalle (Surian = the sun + Illay = not there). Regardless of...
A Whiff of the Past

A Whiff of the Past

 The school being located in Simla and while that was the very town which my family belonged to, I was all of a ripe age of 5 years when my Dad in his wisdom decided to pack me off to Bishop Cotton School, an all boys boarding school.  While the flow of the water...
The moustache-friendly tea cup

The moustache-friendly tea cup

The Victorian era is credited with the invention of the moustache cup—designed to keep whiskers in place. Of all tea accessories, this one deserves a fresh look A few weeks ago, on Lounge’s weekly showcase of objects in “Source”, a teapot caught my eye. It was a...
The bump on the road

The bump on the road

I’m terrible with dates.  While I need to shovel loads of fish down my gullet to simply remember even my date of birth date, the one date which is firmly etched in my memory is the 1st of January 1978. I was a young pudian (green horn) SD on Panniar Estate in...