Who left a half-eaten strawberry cheesecake in his plate?
There are a couple of advantages of being one of the last to leave the dining area during an Indiblogger meet. You get to see all the bloggers comfortably seated inside the main hall and that is a sight that is indefinably thrilling. Well, we (Specky and I) got those extra few minutes with Sakshi...
Jamie Oliver and some desi food!
My son cooks well. I can’t. All I can do in the kitchen is pop slices into the toaster and leave them there until Specky, my wife, shrieks, ‘Something is burning!’ Well, I can also prepare really whacky kheer – whacky because I impulsively choose any food grade colour in the larder and put in...
#HPInkAdvantage was more than a mere hashtag
Life is more than print-scan-copy and the HP Print Art IndiBlogger Meet at Fortune Select Global (Global Arcade, M.G. Road) in Gurgaon on Saturday June 8, 2013 – 1:00 PM to 5:30 PM was much more than a mere hashtag to tweet! There were bloggers there as were the families of bloggers… there were kids...
Life is so b/w without you
Life is so like an old b/w movie without my friends. Well, you’d generally ask: ‘What’s wrong with old movies?’ And I’d have no alternative but to answer: ‘Life is so like any movie on a small junked b/w television without my friends! So if this is fine, will you now let me get on...
Revenge of a food blogger
Magi seemed to have read her mind well. ‘You’re not thinking about prawns at all right now,’ he said. ‘Prawns?’ she whispered, as if she had heard this word for the first time, and then mechanically she took a sip of the delicious Sauvignon Blanc in her glass and was miraculously brought back into the...
What will you do now, Mr Minister?
‘I’m already late for my morning walk,’ the minister barked. Well, he had probably forgotten that the person in the driving seat was his wife. The driver reported for duty, like all drivers are prone to, just before the minister actually left for his office. The wife simply said, ‘Stop barking. I’m not a civil...
A thorn and the wilderness
That morning as I put on my shoes, the laces broke. I froze for a couple of unnerving moments and then, accompanied by a racing heart, went on to search for a new pair of laces, found them where I usually kept a spare pair, and went on unperturbed. Later as I prepared breakfast for...
The saga of an unruly strand of hair
I am a strand of hair I’m young and I don’t care For all the worrisome words That my elders share! I am a strand of hair. Yes, let’s call this strand of hair Rickie! Rickie is indeed like any other teenager you see around you. He is bindaas, jhampak, rangeela, mast-kalander… give him any...
History of a Meet in rhymes
Life is a set of poems that come to us in little connected streams of moments… almost like the concept of ‘connected music’ that HP talked about in this Indiblogger-HP Connected Music Meet that happened in Hilton in Gurgaon. This post is a set of pictures and a set of short poems or rhymes that...
Connecting a smile with a smile
Relationships. This is what life is all about. The relationship of a man with his emotions, emotions with truth, truth with fun, fun with food, food with games, games with prizes, prizes with rapture, rapture with applause, applause with resolve, resolve with… and the list is as endless as the life of a soul! As...
Magic in the cloud!
I was on cloud nine… or whichever cloud is best when you are feeling ecstatic! This travel to the clouds happened when Specky came to me and said, ‘Don’t fret, don’t worry, and don’t ever put your ideas on little pieces of paper that can fly away to the lostland!’ I had looked at her...
I wouldn’t want you to miss this…
Yes, I wouldn’t want you to miss the opportunity to vote for my story-idea submitted for the indiblogger-HarperCollins short-story contest! Click on this link: Vote for Arvind Passey’s story (For those who don’t want to click on a link, you can copy this URL and paste on a new tab in your browser and then...
