Prince Phillip: A Tribute “It is with deep sorrow hat Her Majesty, The Queen, has announced the death of her beloved husband, His Royal Highness – The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. His Royal Highness passed away peacefully this morning at Windsor Castle,” was the announcement posted outside the Buckingham Palace on 9th April, 2021. HRH Prince…
God created the earth and beautified it with flora and fauna. Then, He made man to enjoy this paradise. Man was happy and satisfied. His wants were few. Maybe sometimes, he’d have liked to hang out with a couple of other guys for an evening of poker and beer… but otherwise he was a happy, contented…
Adarji Writer, also known as ‘Adarji-the-Angrej’, steps out of his building in a once smart, but now frayed Trilby hat, atop his almost balding crown and a scarf around his neck. A confirmed anglophile and a great fan of Aapri Rani, Adarji meets his cronies who congregate near the entrance of the Baug daily. “Aadooo! Aadar! Aadarjiiiii!”…
It is the morning after the annual dinner of the Shakespeare Mandli and Darabsha is nursing a gargantuan hangover. His wench… umm… his wife – Rattie bursts into the room, flinging open the curtains. “Rattie, shut yon window that lets the smiling star of the morn invade mine chamber. ’Tis the morning after our annual…
It must have been a long, long time ago, when mankind was in its infancy, about eighty or ninety thousand years ago, one Homosapien must have banged against a log of wood, liked the sound it made, then hit it repeatedly producing a rhythmic sound, making it the first musical instrument. The drum was born…
The Worst of Times – The Best of Men Charles Dickens opens his classic, ‘A Tale of Two Cities’, set in the background of the French revolution with the lines, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…” History…
I have been blessed with a very good memory, so good that I often wish I could forget much, for a number of those memories have been peppered generously by ghotalas, chabardas and more embarrassing faux pas than I care to remember. Recounting all would fill up a tome but here are few incidents I…
“When fishes flew and the forests walked And figs grew upon the thorn, Some moments when the moon was blood, Then surely I was born.” Poet G K Chesterton tells us of the condition of the world when the donkey was born. I was born in a world almost as topsy-turvy as a donkey,…
Darabsha has just finished lathering his toast with a generous amount of orange marmalade, after polishing off the two sunny-side ups, a slice of Swiss cheese… all the while complaining about the fraud committed by the Swiss cheese makers who cheat us of cheese by drilling holes in it. “I bet they do it after…
One of the greatest sons of India, and certainly the greatest son of Bombay, Jamsetjee Jeejeebhoy was born 237 years ago, on 15th July, 1783, in Mumbai. He lived a rich life, filled with adventure and accomplishments and he passed away on 14th April, 1859 at the age of 75. He was born to Merwanjee…
Come September, and one eagerly awaits the ‘lagan’ and ‘navjote’ season… looking droolingly forward to Patra-ni-machhi, chicken farcha, (or their other culinary avatars), a dollop of Bharuchi-akuri, and of course, the inevitable pulao-dar, alongside the other trimmings of a Lagan-nu-patru. Come February, and we are like – ‘OMG! Not again! Yet another invite and one…