There is an oft-repeated piece of wisdom, ‘When you smell mud, expect rain and when you smell tar, expect elections.’ This little anecdote takes a swing at tar, mud and more.
AS a minor collector of sorts, over the years, one has picked up assorted bric-a-brac. Much of this, expectedly, is of little value and also expectedly, consists of a fair number of second-hand books. When I started spending time along the cusp of Old and New Delhi, the Sunday market along Daryaganj
OFTEN enough, one has heard that the way to check a good cook of North Indian food is to see if he can make a good chapatti. It should be thin, perfectly round, not too large and should arrive at the table as well puffed as a pompous person. Depending on personal taste and the doctor’s advice,
Fairly recently, through a common friend, I was introduced to a lady whose first remark was, “I have been planning to surprise you by ringing your doorbell.”