An Illusion called Life

I remember my first day at the Sathaye college library. I was a new entrant into FYJC and college life on the whole. In fact, I think I was ...

I had read about England and Englishmen in the works of Wodehouse, Forster and the likes. I knew all about their stiff-upper-lip, their love...

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was busy doing what I love the most - reading. And this time, it was Somerset Maugham. The short story wa...

There is a charm to the way PGW writes. He has the most eccentric characters I have ever known. His protagonists range from disillusioned lo...

I recently had a conversation with a friend over draping a saree. And as I pondered over the origin of my proficiency in draping a saree, my...

It is amazing how social networking is blurring the boundaries between the common man and the ones in power. If my local MLA is on Twitter, ...

Waking up early in the morning is an enlightening sensation. Though I have always been a shining beacon of 'late to bed, late to rise...