This yarn goes back to around 1998, during my Dubai days.  With teas being regularly sourced and shipped out from Calcutta and Colombo, while both cities used to be on my regular beat, having friends in the latter who were always ready to party at the drop of a hat,...

My father was born and went through his entire formative years in Lahore in what was back then ‘undivided India’. Undivided till 1947, which is when Cyril Radcliffe, a man who had never till that year been east of Paris, was given the chairmanship of the boundary...

During my years in Assam, thanks to Ron Sircar’s ingenious nautical engineering skills which enabled us to spend our long weekends as gypsies on the water, those forays had, perforce, to be limited to the dry season when the mighty Brahmaputra had calmed down after...

During the 15 odd years when I was an expatriate, living and operating first out of Dubai and subsequently out of Sri Lanka running my own business, I was more akin to a travelling salesman, pounding pavements of cities in country after country peddling my wares.  The...