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...

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...

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! ...

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...