Of happiness and noxious flatulence

By Sharan Saikumar A wise old man once told me that if I got my job, spouse and apartment right I’d have a shot at being happy. Right off the cuff I can think of at least 3 people who are condemned to unhappiness for eternity. First being the Flatus Odor Judge –...

The curious case of Momo at midnight

By Sharan Saikumar When friends from college take a trip down memory lane I’m usually thrown off for the ride. The reason: I have selective memory. Large chunks of life, not just episodes or lectures, have been deleted so firmly that friends figure it’s no...

Idlis on Bakertweet

By Sharan Saikumar  I log on to Twitter this morning feeling peckish. To my happy surprise my friendly idli-walla who runs a small tin shack around the corner has just tweeted that a fresh batch of idlis has rolled out of the steamer, ready to be eaten. Fact or...

Thinking on a Jet plane

By Sharan Saikumar As the world rouses itself from an inordinately long holiday and looks at the new year with hungover eyes, I feel almost bad unleashing a CSR blog on you but I must because I have a message for Jet Airways and I’m hoping the worldwide web will live...

Pondering over pizza

By Sharan Saikumar Back in our days life was simple (It’s amazing how you begin to sound like your mother even when you swore you wouldn’t). There were not many things you could do with a pizza except… well, eat it rapaciously. In a staple menu of dal chawal ,...

It must have been love, but it’s over now

By Sharan Saikumar I loved the Internet. I loved the freedom from intermediation. I loved the glorious information. I loved it all, till it kicked me in the ass one day. I am an unapologetic travel junkie. I spend happy hours online, crawling on all fours, hunting for...