Only in New York…


Surfing through a selection of New York City photos on Flickr, I came across Thomas Wolfe’s famous quote, “One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes… Continue reading

Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani…


I cringe a little everytime I hear this line. At the outset, it refers to a fusion of Western outlook and Indian values, where the latter inevitably trumps the former. But dig a… Continue reading

The Horrors of Flying


Here I am at Heathrow, extremely groggy, peeved and brooding about how bothersome air travel is becoming by the day. If there was another mode of travel between India and the United States,… Continue reading

Of Canals and Bikes…


August in Europe is overwhelming with hordes of tourists overrunning cities, while the locals themselves holiday somewhere else. So while Paris left me quite cold (quite literally at times), Holland with its quintessential… Continue reading

Il Palio in Siena


I did some mental Math and decided 20 euros is the most I’d shell out for Il Palio. Even then, I had some reservations. So I approached the tourist information desk to find… Continue reading

Portrait of a Beggar


I was in Perugia over the last weekend. IdV had highly recommended going to the SteveMcCurry (of the Afghan girl fame) exhibition and I found myself in the Galleria Nazionale dell’Umbria, looking awestruck… Continue reading

Dreaming of Monsoon…


It’s pouring here in Rome. I feel content listening to the steady drum of the rain and looking at the stray raindrops splash against my window pane. Yet, that unfeigned, unadulterated joy associated… Continue reading

With a Cigarette in My Hand….


…I felt like a (wo)man! This anti-smoking campaign advert/song in the late 90s was a huge hit largely due to its catchy tune. Other (wittier but misinformed) ads followed suit, including one which… Continue reading

Yesterday Once More


“Yesterday I dreamt I was in Manderley again.” Rebecca could well be voicing my own sentiments. I have dreamt that I am in my Manderly again, in Darjeeling, thousands of times, only to wake up… Continue reading

Margaret’s Hope


I waited for Margaret who visits the tea estate manager’s bungalow every night from the guest room on the west. She then goes to the study and then to the tennis court through… Continue reading