Here lies one who spared neither man nor God. Waste not your tears on him, he was a sod Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun Thank the Lord he is dead, this son of a gun. This is an epitaph of Khushwant Singh that the genius once penned in his own words. No wonder his initials were KS! No wonder! (If you’re an Indian, you’d know what I mean!) Having read his obituaries
“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share.” ~Steve Jobs Just like you called it Steve, now you have reached that destination. A day after your death, my heart feels heavy. I didn’t know you personally! Neither to this point have I ever experienced any of your fantastic products as an owner. They are
Blame me for falling for the pretty one again. In the space of a few blogs I have shamelessly hopped from Shereen Bhan to Leela Naidu. Here’s the trigger: A lovely autobiography of Leela Naidu titled ‘Leela: A Patchwork Life’ that I read recently and which she co-authored with Jerry Pinto. Leela Naidu (Born 1940 – Died 2009) Crowned “Miss India” in 1954 and once recognized by Vogue in its “World’s Ten Most Beautiful Women”
I must confess: There is no better feeling than writing about Shereen. S– SENSIBLE H– HUMBLE E– ELEGANT R– RAVISHING E– EYE-CATCHING E– ENERGETIC N– NIFTY (not the index, lol) Introducing this suave and articulate news anchor in the space of a few adjectives will be a gross injustice to my fondness for her. She is the “Girl Friday” (future senior most I am sure) for CNBC TV18 in India as she hosts Key Events,
Sachin is often called the ‘God of Cricket’. I fail to understand why? I shout out loud and DISAGREE, he is no God. Here is a School-style 5-pointer differentiation of the Two: Having had such a melodramatic opening to this ‘Tribute’, let me clarify: I ain’t no Sachin-Basher (how did I even write that, whooshhh?). I am an ardent fan of this Child called Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. Yes, he is a ‘Child’ and not some
WSJ