Other than my eternal interest in the “Obituary Page” I am fascinated by the lists of “Most Powerful Women” that appear in our journals with the same regularity as their menstrual cycles.
After seeing several such lists recently I realize that most of the names come from a canned list. Or may be even a “conned” list. Not much research or leg-work appears to have been undertaken in compiling these lists. (more…)
There is a good deal of sports running in my arteries mixed with blood and some Goan fluids which I am afraid to write about in case Ramadoss our very Honourable Minister for Health reads the Goa edition of the Times of India.
I am not only mad about sports I even played some at a fairly competitive level. Mostly hockey; mainly for the Armed Forces and between 1959 and 1960 for the British Club in Meudon in the suburbs of Paris, France. They normally came to the Indian Embassy to recruit Indian players. (more…)
I think my long time friend Johnnie Alves made a serious mistake. There are innumerable issues in the Catholic Church that we “pray, pay and obey” lay people need to take on and pursue relentlessly.
Every time I’ve done that I have been at the receiving end of fanatical mail. Even family and friends have asked me to shut up and not to be anti church, anti clergy, and maybe even anti Christ. (more…)
I cry a lot. And I must say I’m not ashamed of it. In fact I believe it is one of my very few strengths. Good poetry, a sad movie, injustice done to helpless people about whom I can do nothing except write, brings tears to my eyes.
I weep sometimes at Christmas and New Year time remembering my really wonderful parents and my siblings and the heartwarming and very simple sharing of home-made sweets and home-concocted stories and a peep into faded albums and disintegrating letters written within the family in previous years. (more…)
