Totally Bata’d With this one, while I am going off on a tangent from all my earlier yarns, the very roots of this story do go all the way back to my formative years.  Not subjective though, because I am fairly certain any Indian anywhere close to my age would have...

Having relocated from Assam to Dubai In 1990, ahead of diving into the deep end to set up my own business in late ’93, I was in a job situation, having been appointed as a ‘trader’ in an international commodity trading company.  Following my many years in tea planting...

I plead innocence to the fact that my rambles are all over the place with my stories taking a huge leap forward from one decade to the next and then rewinding all the way back to the past. The guilty one is my brain which simply refuses to function chronologically....

With this one I’m back to my school days.  11 wonderful years in Bishop Cotton School, Simla. This yarn has its origin probably in 1957, a couple of years ahead of me being despatched to the boarding school as a snivelling little tyke.  In that year one of the little...