A tribute to all the fellow travelers who make the journey called Life a memorable one. This world would be such a dreary place without all those different characters that lend the opportunity for these rich encounters! :-)
Maybe I should add ‘amateur’ cooks. And that is what was produced after three hours display of our culinary skills. That pretty well describes my evening. And I retire to bed now with a smile on my face as the images of four Germans eating with their fingers and exclamations of ‘sehr lecker’ linger on. …
My plan was to return home from my jog and cook some dinner for myself. But a strange instance, which I have not fully comprehended yet, has rendered it unnecessary for me to cook. And therefore I sit blogging about it instead. I completed my usual beat around the park and as always, stationed myself …
As I wheel my heavy luggage out of the airport (I have been admonished many a time for it, but I just can’t seem to help), I see a cheery lady waiting at the entrance with a Bosch placard. Confirming that the sign was intended for me, we walk to the Ford hatchback waiting at …
I have this uncanny ability to be the last one to board the flight no matter how early I reach the airport and this time is no different. I quickly wind up my calls to some VIPs in my life and I rush to the boarding gate. Boarding the flight, I remember that mine is …
Welcome to Hampi… the valley of ruins and rocks. I hadn’t even heard of the place. A nice colleague of mine just happened to ask if I would like to join and I just happened to say ‘yes’. It is one of the most unplanned trips I’ve been on… but one that I’ll cherish for …
December 24, 2011: It is Christmas at Grandpa’s. We are in a village that is not so small any more – Pulincunoo, Kerala. I have my friend Patricia from Germany, now working with Bosch India joining my family for Christmas. The family is assembled in the portico in the evening, putting up the Christmas tree …