Monthly Archives: June 2006

Wondering what Setuka Mahajan is up to these days? We’ll let you in on a secret. She’s learning how to cook. Not to find her way to a man’s heart or impress prospective in-laws. She just wants to cook for … Continue reading →

Am in a very bad mood. Had been tinkering with my blog template two days ago when something happened – either the Blogger server went down or God knows what – but when it ended I found that half my … Continue reading →

Am in a very bad mood. Had been tinkering with my blog template two days ago when something happened – either the Blogger server went down or God knows what – but when it ended I found that half my … Continue reading →

Am in a very bad mood. Had been tinkering with my blog template two days ago when something happened – either the Blogger server went down or God knows what – but when it ended I found that half my … Continue reading →

Did I tell you about the army war exercises in Punjab that I covered last month? Anyway, after a hectic two-day interaction with tanks and troops and most importantly dirt and dust of every hue, our group of journalists reached … Continue reading →

Did I tell you about the army war exercises in Punjab that I covered last month? Anyway, after a hectic two-day interaction with tanks and troops and most importantly dirt and dust of every hue, our group of journalists reached … Continue reading →

Did I tell you about the army war exercises in Punjab that I covered last month? Anyway, after a hectic two-day interaction with tanks and troops and most importantly dirt and dust of every hue, our group of journalists reached … Continue reading →

Beware of Sarvottam. People who think he’s just a sweet, innocent guy with a friendly smile are making a big mistake. Behind that grin lurks a talented mime artist who can drive people crazy with his antics. In fact, the … Continue reading →

Someone emailed me the following conversation. I think it starts off fine but gets too contrived in the end. Wotsay? The telephone rings. William Knott picks it up “Who’s calling?” “Watt” “What is your name, please?” “Watt’s my name” “That’s … Continue reading →

Someone emailed me the following conversation. I think it starts off fine but gets too contrived in the end. Wotsay? The telephone rings. William Knott picks it up “Who’s calling?” “Watt” “What is your name, please?” “Watt’s my name” “That’s … Continue reading →