“Men who are dandies and women who are darlings rule the world, at least they should do so” Oscar Wilde
Once my friend had a look at my snapshot and told me that I wasn’t photogenic. I asked him to explain further. He added that I didn’t look natural in photographs as I tend to become self-conscious whenever I was being clicked. And because of that, my expression and posture seemed to be so ‘out-of-place’. Continue reading “Just grin and bear it”
Congrats on your fab result. I am just going to my uncle’s home for dinner. Will be back by 10. If you want to, drop in then and we will celebrate.
So read the note stuck on to my flat’s door. It is my new mantra in life – pasting up small notes to keep people informed of my activities. And so off I went to my uncle’s place. It was a nice dinner and I never did furtively glance at my watch and fret. I came back on time before my friend turned up and we had a smashing time that evening. Continue reading “Just a note!”
Sometime back there was a scathing article on the functioning of the Pune’s R.T.O. (Regional Transport Office) in the Citizen magazine. I too had written a letter commenting on the malfunctioning of the R.T.O.
Today, the common man identifies bureaucracy with inefficiency and delay. Hence my expectations were no different when I went to apply for a temporary driving licence, but I was in for a wonderful and pleasant surprise.
When I arrived at the scene of action, armed with all the certificates and documents, I soon found myself ‘face-to-face’ with the inevitable tout who began harassing me. Continue reading “To hell with touts.”
My name is C S Vijayaraghavan and I feel that there’s much more to one’s name than what usually meets the eye. My own name, for instance, has an interesting history. The year I was born, my father passed his Department’s SAS Part II exam and to celebrate the occasion my parents christened me ‘Vijay’ which signifies ‘Victory’. But that was not to be end of it for my parents were ardent devotees of Lord Ram (my elder brother’s name is ‘Sriram’) and so ‘Raghavan’ was added to complete the picture (or rather the name). ‘Raghavan’, I am told, is but another name of Raghuvanshi Lord Ram as per the Indian mythology. Continue reading “What’s in a name?”
The hot searing pain shot up again and I couldn’t even grit my teeth and bear it. You see my tooth-ache had become even worse. Good ol’ molar, having served me faithfully for about twenty years was in dire need of repairs. And that meant a visit to the dentist.
I shudder at the very thought of seeing any doctor. It is just a feeling that I have something akin to saying that Maths is a horrendous subject and computers is no child’s play. I know that it is silly but somehow I picture a dentist’s clinic to be a kind of medieval torture chamber, ‘tar and feathers’ readily waiting for their next victim. Continue reading “The fallacy of ‘Dentist Phobia’”
All of us can cite names of friends who regard us with great affection but not many can give an instance of a friend who holds one in contempt.
I can! I know a girl of great charm and refinement who viewed me as the greatest savage let loose on the streets. And yet our chats were all the more friendly and gay; so gay that I realized that it was just a veneer of cordiality beneath which she hid her great distaste for me. Continue reading “‘Oh, my friend!’”
This is my tribute to the celebrated Hercule Poirot, the famous Belgian detective character created by Dame Agatha Christie. I discovered him in my early teens and of all characters created by Christie, I fancied Poirot the most. Hercule Poirot featured in 33 novels and more than 50 short stories along with 1 play. Well I must have read nearly all of them over the many years that I have read Christie’s books. Continue reading “The ‘Curtain’ falls – au revoir Poirot … I mean David Suchet!”
‘Auto and automen are an indispensable part of our lives. Right from the childhood they are there for us. From helping people out in dire straits to taking care of the little ones, the automen are omnipresent today. A warm letter to an automan from a Puneite.’
The earliest memories that I have of you is of when I was barely five and you picked me up daily and deposited me at my school’s doorsteps. I used to approach you with my book-laden bag and my water bottle, which you took from me and then you used to make me sit like a King. I used to be late at times but you would always wait patiently. I used to meet many of my young friends in your Auto and while driving, you used to tell us stories and crack jokes. Continue reading “Dear Automan …”
It was entirely unexpected, a bolt from the blue so to say. I mean to be called a ‘Philistine’ by one’s own friends isn’t a normal routine thing. But it happened recently when one fine day the Football season arrived and my friends learnt that I didn’t give a damn about it.
Now please don’t get me wrong. I neither commend nor condemn Football. I am just a simple, innocent, and ignorant soul who wouldn’t know if Soccer and Football are two different things or the same; to whom Brazil is a country with rich Coffee resources. But I take the courage to ask, “Is this apathy tantamount to call for drastic measures such as social ostracism?” Continue reading “Scoring a self goal”