An account of a visit to a typical Hyderabadi restaurant, Prince Hotel, where I get amazing chai and shawarma, and a dose of the famous Old City life and culture.
A night out in Charminar during the month of Ramadan is an adventure straight out of the Thousand and One Nights. Let me play Sheherazade as I get pushed, prodded, blinded and deafened - all for your benefit so that I might bring you another of my delightful comedic pieces.
I started reading The Martian, and like Mark Watney on Mars, was stuck in the book till I could finish it. It has been a while since I picked up a book I could not put down, and even longer since I read a decent science fiction story.
When I was a young boy, I was gifted a hardbound book called “Space Stories for Boys.” This launched me into the word of classic science fiction. Over the next couple of decades, I have collected and read, from old book stalls, pavement shops, second-hand places
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Recently, I’ve been to a couple of meditation sessions. Nothing very fancy – just a couple of guided group meditation exercises at work. One of the things that struck me, quite hard, I must say, is how different it is to experience something from just reading or hearing about it. This must be quite obvious to most people – strangely enough, it came as an epiphany to me.
Some time ago, I was in Singapore on work – it was quite a
Hrishikesh Diwan’s The Tale of the Dark Warrior launched on New Year’s Day and I wasted no time in reading it – not a difficult thing to do since it is a novella and was instantly available the moment it launched.
The novella tells the tale of several different people, where their lives intersect, and how certain actions of each of them affects the lives of the others. There is also a mysterious man who keeps turning up and asking very philosophical questions of these characters. The