The chutney sandwich

My visits to NCPA Mumbai to watch plays early evening were always marked by having a chutney sandwich and a hot steaming glass of syrupy sweet milky tea. This would be a light snack that was just such a perfect way to meet your evening pangs while not spoiling your appetite for dinner, and giving you enough sustenance to last through the play.

When I think about it the humble chutney sandwich has been a significant accompaniment in my life and also a reminder of how lucky I was to meet some really generous souls. The chutney seemed to be a common factor across all of them

The Golden Girls – an absolute delight

I had first seen an  episode of the Golden Girls at my colleague’s home when we were doing some project work outside office and she invited us home. The TV series used to come on daytime, and I got to see it, and loved the episode and remember all of us laughing out loud, though almost all of us were seeing this for the first time.  I promptly forgot about this as I didn’t have access to TV those days

MY MBA BATCHMATES

(As I write this I am struggling to adhere to the unspoken and un-written rule of ‘what happens in campus, stays in campus’. Hence trying not to reveal as much or as many about people and experiences as possible).


The turning point of my life was doing my MBA from a reputed institute. This meant being holed up in a remote campus for two whole years of my life, with some of the smartest, brightest minds in India and getting to learn and think like them.  It is but natural to thank them from the bottom of my heart and count them as one of my biggest favourites in my life.

I would also like to think this was a really special bunch of folks who IMHO  were the most unassuming folk that took on the additional special responsibilities bestowed upon them and went on to complete them selflessly without any complaints, and move on to their careers and personal life.

Dick Francis

I discovered Dick Francis much later in life and it took quite a bit to get to like him.   But once I did get a hang of him, it was hard not to consider him one of my favourites.

I do not read intense stuff like what comes in Oprah’s reading club nor a fan of classical literature. (In fact books like ‘to kill a mockingbird’ and ‘Color purple’ used to leave me rather depressed and frustrated). My preference has always been popular pulp fiction. In fact I dig anything that is an easy read – preferably the faster I can finish it the better – which means my brain is not taxed much, and yes, usually these books also help me fall asleep.