The humour files
I have recently taught a pigeon how to remain seduced by humour. He no longer finds comedy a threat to his convictions. I convinced him that humour isn’t scary. Not even if it happens inside the parliament or a place of worship. Or the office when facing a serious conflict. Or even at home when...
Cheers, jeers, and fears
I know hundreds of cricket fans who know nothing about the technicalities of the game and yet they look forward to watching every match and also have strong favourites… and I know yet another set of hundreds of fans who talk intelligently about the game, watch every game, but have no favourites. They divide their...
Why travel?
Just pack your bags and leave your home Why sit at home when you can roam? See all new ways, walk on new ways Say ‘aye’, say ‘yes’, and shun all nays To far off places is all fun In snow, in rain, and even sun! What matters is that you must go And then,...
The Crossword on ‘Internet is Fun’
Internet is fun — A crossword Clues Across Clues Down The Answers Come on now, you think I will give you the answers for this simple crossword? You are actually supposed to know all the answers… Just print the grid and start solving… I’m sure you will enjoy the crossword. You will then agree that...
S-Fun is… funADs on the move!
She explained to me what wild nights really mean… one sultry afternoon in Connaught Place. I had a short and a rather revealing conversation with a teenage friend of mine as I sat munching my favourite Tuna Sub in CP. ‘Why do you guys say all the time that you’re having fun,’ I asked, ‘...
Frolic fever
Frolic fever come, we shall explore passion forever drenched in the moist remembered perfume of embrace-soaked mornings Poem by Arvind Passey 23 August 2010
Only friends discover life!
Let us travel together Not just on the roads that are But also where the weather Has beaten and left a scar! Such places where we discover Soft edges to all sharp stones, Wipe the dust to then uncover All the friendly ghosts and gnomes! All the twists and all the turns We shall make...
The ‘boss’ poem
In the house no cat and mouse We smile and laugh as one! Our days and years have had no tears And life has been just fun! Can any boss now win a toss? MY boss will make them run! [Arvind Passey] [2007]
