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The
pursuit of happiness
They say the reason time
flies as you age is that each year becomes a smaller percentage
of your life. I remember those 10 per cent days well, when a year
was a like a mini-lifetime.
The
song remains different
Whenever I'm asked "desert
island" questions about books and movies, my brain freezes.
But with music, my answer is clear: I'd take all the Beatles albums.
When
deafness is a crime
Given that we are social
creatures, and that even our physical health depends on positive
interaction with our own species, it's astonishing how many of us
are terrible listeners.
The
small viral victories
The air in Arizona was
dry, and the Grand Canyon train full of screaming little germ bombs,
so it wasn't surprising that my visiting mother-in-law picked up
what turned out to be the household's epic cold of 2009.
Fast-food
concerts
Maybe when you have to
fill a stadium with sound, you have no choice but to turn the amplifiers
to 11.
Rain,
rain go away
Having spent the last
ten years of my life in desert regions, it's been a long time since
I've owned a raincoat.
Going
up in smoke
One of the things that
hits me when I visit India is the number of people, especially young
girls, who smoke.
It's
not about you
One of the risks of writing
fiction is the assumptions made about where your characters come
from.
Finding
their pedalling feet
I was standing in the
foyer of the Downtown Independent movie theatre in Los Angeles,
and though I was in shorts, T-shirt and baseball cap, I felt like
a man in a tuxedo at a beach party.
What's
in a name?
"Bad Prints"
is a bold choice of name for video-lending library. I often passed
the place as a child in Bangalore, and each time I'd laugh, but
think what a game with fire it was.
Honest
food is great food
One of the hardest things
to do, when eating challenging dishes from other cultures, is losing
notions of culinary right or wrong.
Taking
corrective action
While the medical profession
gets great respect as a whole, many people don't respect their doctors
enough to listen to them.
The
family's best friend
When our closest friends
lost their dog earlier this year, it really hit our family too,
and not just because we knew Oscar.
Behind
non-resident eyes
The term non-resident
Indian (NRI) is simply a geographic and economic status, referring
to Indian nationals living outside their country. But within India,
it can be pejorative.
Alone
again, unnaturally
I once knew someone who
so hated being alone that, on weekends, if he ran out of friends
to meet, he'd even call up people he disliked.
Staying
in good repair
After the bank account,
house and car, the most important find for a new settler is a good
mechanic. Today, more than ever, you are completely at a repair
person's mercy.
Make
more or make do?
Shawn, an expatriate bicyclist
with an off-roading group in Bangalore, India, had ordered his hydration
pack online, and it was taking a while to arrive. But the rides
were intense and he sweated a lot...
Defender
of the Queen's
Sometimes, the attitude
towards English by some professional Indians pains me. Though
English is the language that earns them their daily bread...
Don't
pass the dip
Hummus, salsa and pesto:
dishes that involve no cooking, and are dead easy to make…
in theory. After all, the recipes are basically, "assemble
the following ingredients and blend".
Playing
with risk
I've blathered away about
how wonderful exercise has been to me and how it can cure all of
humanity's ills, but there is something I sometimes tussle with.
Small
change for a big city
Standing, stymied, at
the Whitefield Post Office in Bangalore, I realised that some things
abroad are so logical you forget it was ever any different. For
example, post offices that sell envelopes and boxes.
Making
yourself at home
"You can never go
home." I love how such a simple line cuts straight to the heart
of the expatriate dilemma.
Critical
mass or mess?
A band of about 60 cyclists
threaded their way through Bangalore one recent Saturday morning.
Some were helmeted, some on road bikes, some on mountain bikes and
all but two were men.
The
L.A. surprise
After spending a year
on a far-flung spiral of Los Angeles, we've made enough tentative
forays into the centre to begin to grasp this mutant behemoth.
View
from the highground
Nothing makes you want
to slap someone more than when they preach from on high. I used
to be eminently slappable a few years ago, when I would save paper...
Water
under the bridge
Jal neti is so effective
that it's criminal you don't immediately know what it is. It really
should be a household term around the world.
Fragrant
comfort food
Mention biriyani to any
meat-eating Indian friends of mine, and their eyes light up--whether
they're from the north or south; Hindu, Muslim, Parsee or Christian.
I'll
see you when I call you
Of the many arts we've
lost to the cellphone, perhaps the most trying to anybody even slightly
punctual (if you can be slightly punctual) is the inability to commit
to anything even five minutes in the future.
Wired
for leisure
Many prolific writers,
when writing about writing, insist that writer's block is self-indulgence
bordering on moral laxity. The secret for many of them is to get
to that desk and spend the day there--no matter what.
The
American nightmare
We're big fans of the
comedian Eddie Izzard, finding moments to quote him almost every
week. So, it was months in advance that we got tickets to see him
at the Kodak Theater in Hollywood.
Those
insects of the sea
While I can understand
someone not wanting to eat insects, I take exception when people
look down on cultures
that do.
Gertrude
shows the way
I wouldn't call us Luddites,
but my wife and are I wary of gadgets; fascinated by them, but preferring
not to actually possess and be possessed.
Hallowed
middle ground
The last time, I wrote
about the rules of being a modern urbanite and how being competitive
and rudely opinionated seem to be the new social norm. Just after...
How
to be a modern urbanite
Have you found that when
you meet your friends these days they are so smug you want to slap
them? That you come away from encounters feeling judged and condescended
to?
The
simple life
Our family started buying
eggs for the first time when I was 12 years old. It made me feel
guilty, as if we were doing something illegal.
Nine
servings of smugness
As part of my unofficial
vow to stay healthy into senescence, I've decided to eat less meat,
and more fruit and vegetables.
The
power of the people... literally
I'm excited to see the
development of a cycling community in Bangalore: groups of people
who cycle to work, or go on biking trips out of town.
Paying
the price of consumption
Sometimes, when driving
into Los Angeles airport, there's a policeman screening the cars,
stopping the occasional one to ask questions. Every so often, one
of these drivers either gets the answers wrong or maybe sweats too
much, and is waved over to the side.
Giving
away the blues
Every afternoon, as the
sun starts to get lower, I can hear the sounds of budding musicians
around us starting practice. It's all very peaceful and harmonious…
until I join in.
Anywhere
between super-fit and super-fat
One of the biggest lessons
I'm learning as I get older is that I'm not 17 anymore. Considering
I'm double that age, this should be blindingly obvious, but the
trouble is that I still feel 17, at least until I do anything out
of the ordinary.
The
revenge of the meek
As if it isn't bad enough
that the non-shy see the quiet person at the end of the table and
assume he or she is a snotty little git, shy people make that mistake
all the time.
California's
free (to moisturise)
The other day, I was out
on my bicycle on a sweltering spring day. This happens now and then
in Southern California--the other weekend it was 25°C on Friday,
38 on Saturday, and 25 again on Sunday.
The
mammoth sugar reflex
When humans immerse their
faces in water, their heart rates decrease. The colder the water,
the more pronounced the effect, and the longer they can remain without
breathing.
Darling,
it's over between us
The most useful and heartbreaking
advice I've read about writing is a quote attributed to writer Sir
Arthur Quiller-Couch that goes: "Murder your darlings".
Blogging
for life
Of all the hobbies I've
had a go at, blogging is one that actually repels me, even as I
fall for its sly charms.
High-def
war: the end ...?
Consider just some of
the formats, extant, dying or defunct, of the little silver disc:
CD, VCD, HDCD, SACD, CD-R, CD-RW, CD-ROM, DVD, DVD-A, DVD-R, DVD-RW,
DVD-ROM.
Everybody's
an expert now
Okay,
now I have officially been to one too many social occasions where
somebody is really "into" something. It's not so much
the word, but the way in which it's stressed that sets my teeth
on edge.
Putting
mettle to pedal
The last time I wanted a cycle, my choice
was easy. Two wheels, pedals. No child could ask for more. This
time, I'm considering joining a PhD programme in bicycle buying...
The
trouble with people
Jean Paul Sartre's play No
Exit has a famous premise and line that's now so overused by
journalists, it's probably on the cliché-list of several
stylebooks.
Questions
of taste
The problem with having an even
half-functional imagination is that reality has a terrible time
keeping up. This has been my undoing all my life.
Hunting
for a living
Hunting for a living hasn't changed
much over the millennia. Stalking, sniffing the air, staying alert
to danger in the vicinity, and finally moving in for the kill, paying
the security deposit with a swift slash of the dominant arm.
Come
join my cult
It
was my first Saturday-evening outing in a while, and I was accompanying
a dubious couple to a five-hour-long cult meeting.
Strike
while the fire is hot
First
the fires, now the writers' strike... Southern California just keeps
burning. It's flippant of me to associate a disaster with a relative
non-event, but both are so very Californian I can't resist.
Face-off
on Facebook
There's
a story from the early days of the cellular telephone that tells
of a man pacing the lobby of a five-star hotel, talking loudly into
his mobile. Then, as he asked for empires to be bought and sold,
his purportedly engaged phone rang.
LA's
underground movement
My
favourite big-city experience is the moment you crest the escalator
of an underground station and step into a new neighbourhood.
The
emptiness of choice
India,
for all its grotesquerie and occasional rapaciousness, has a redeeming
innocence. It is the honesty of the child (who knows no other way
to be), rather than that of the adult who knows honesty is merely
a part one must play.
Making
the most of jams
The
English have the weather, Bangaloreans have traffic. It won't be
long before, in the style of the Inuit, Bangaloreans have 40 different
words for "traffic jam"; to describe everything from a
light sprinkling of vehicles to impassable drifts.
An
endearing naïveté
Ronnie
Chan has egg on his face. The Hong-Kong businessman, who drops statements
such as, 'I bought 40 companies in France' into speeches, is not
shy about the potential greatness of China.
Our
inner OC
It
has taken us a year to get used to it, and when there are hints
that we may have to move out of Orange County, we realise with surprise
that we’ll miss it.
A
modern-day witchhunt
It
gets hot inside, so the writer often takes his laptop to the balcony.
There’s always a cool breeze there, and it overlooks the happy
bustle of the swimming pool.
Disorder
at the border
I
recently did one of the most foolish things I've done in many years.
I attempted to leave the US with only a driving licence as identification.
Cutting
through the clutter
Clutter.
Some people see it, others don't. And as life would have it, the
ones who do, end up marrying the ones who don't.
Wrong
on many levels
I've
discovered an eerie phenomenon here in the US. Friendly Indian couples
skulk in public places waiting to pounce on other Indian couples
and offer them jobs.
The
stress on accent
Many
of us Indians for whom English is a first, or near-first, language,
fondly imagine we have a "neutral accent".
Do
as the roamers do
In
India, the phrase "foreign returned" carries almost as
much baggage as the people it refers to.
Giving
in to the network ratings
My
sister-in-law tried long and hard to get my wife and I to sign up,
but both of us instinctively flinched from the concept. A networking
site that puts you in touch with hundreds (or thousands, or millions)
of people?
Ring,
ring. It's your ear calling
One
day, I did something very out of character. I handed my wife a box
of matches, stuck a hollow candle into my ear, and asked her to
light it.
The
baby boy blues
Last
time, I wrote about the dangers of being less than one hour late
for my neighbour's baby-naming ceremony, but didn't touch upon the
other big danger that evening: the baby.
Punctual
is the new premature
I'm
the sort of person who's 10 minutes early to everything, except
social occasions where I'm either on time, or unfashionably, five
minutes late. My wife is less pathological and knows the value of
a good 30-minute social margin.
Kitchen
knives don't cut people
Through
a series of events too convoluted to recount here, we have the use
of a friend's sports car. We're guilty about the yeti-like carbon
footprint of its 4.6L engine, but when you don't have a car and
somebody tosses you the keys to theirs, you catch.
Keeping
them off the streets
Every
so often our doorbell rings, and I open the door to a hulk carrying
a clipboard. The hulk's story usually goes that he is in school
and is selling newspaper subscriptions to help with his fees.
The
his and hers of shopping
Whenever
the wife says we need to go to the shops, I immediately ask: "What
are we going for?" If the answer is either "clothes"
or "shoes", I run away screaming, and am not seen again
for days.
A
living history
One
of our longest-standing family friends lives in Holmfirth, West
Yorkshire, in a dwelling called The Old Farmhouse. This being England,
it's not the twee name of a faux-country house built ten years ago.
Seeing
into the future
I've
often seen people standing outside the local cinema with a sign
saying, "Free movie". I've wondered what the catch is:
for if there's no free lunch, there's hardly likely to be a free
movie.
The
breath of a wok
Guacamole
has been in the American news recently… or rather, Kraft's
version of the avocado-based dip. A woman from Los Angeles is suing
Kraft Foods Inc. because its guacamole is less than two per cent
avocado...
Living
in pop-culture central
When
a New Yorker sees the subway train to Harlem, it's unlikely that
the jazz standard 'Take the A Train' comes to mind every time. Similarly,
a Californian on the Santa Monica Boulevard is probably not humming
'All I Wanna Do' by Sheryl Crow, the way I do whenever I see the
sign.
There's
plenty in a name
Bangalore
recently enjoyed a festival of Kannada plays in English. There was
excitement in the theatre community because, for the first time,
the Karnataka government, specifically the Karnataka Nataka Academy,
was sponsoring English theatre.
The
future's on a roll
It's
amazing how easy it is to forget. After a busy week of photographing
a festival of plays in Bangalore, I packed away my gear and spotted
something in my camera bag that I haven't used in a very long time.
A film picker.
House
husbands unite!
She
pitched her voice loud enough for everybody to hear, feigned embarrassment
at having to ask, and said, "So what's it like being a house
husband?" I cringed, but not for myself. I was embarrassed
for her.
Give
food a chance
I
thought I'd never make a negative cuisine generalisation, but I
really don't like Mexican food. This troubles me because Southern
California is probably the best place in the world, after Mexico,
for Mexican food.
Sofa
beds, big cities, old friends
In
the Museum of Modern Art in New York is a work called The Lights
Going On and Off by Martin Creed. It is an empty gallery with bare
walls in which the lights are set on a continuous timer to turn
on for five seconds and off for five seconds.
Beetle
dressing
As
I dutifully ate my salad, a tiny brown beetle crawled out of it,
heading quickly for the side of my plate. It seemed unfazed by the
balsamic vinaigrette and kept up a good pace, almost escaping over
the edge.
The
borderline cases
As
I stood in line, a man who'd been sitting to one side was called
up to the counter. To my disbelief, after a few questions from the
officer, a guard came up behind and handcuffed him, even as the
officer asked: "Have you been arrested in the US before?"
Taking
life at 33.33rpm
I
was going to attend a record fair for the first time and was burning
with curiosity. Would it be full of dusty old men in anoraks looking
for LPs of obscure Tchaikovsky concerts?
Summers
to remember
When
we tropical types visit Western countries, we expect--no, demand--that
the weather always be lovely and cool. We feel cheated if we so
much as break a sweat.
Too
much of a good thing?
A
pretty woman in white stood in a spotlight just off the front of
the stage. I assumed she was an announcer or an extra dancer, or
even - this being a faux Beatles concert - someone playing a crazed
fan.
Beware
of biting vegetable
It
was the first time I'd seen cactus do anything but stick out of
the ground. There on the vegetable shelf of a supermarket, between
the leeks and the jalapenos, was a small pile of cactus pads, spines
still on.
Shiver
me timber!
The
first and only time in my life I have had to throw away an ice cream
was on my first trip to the US. I quickly learned that when in America
and presented with the food choice of 'small, regular or large',
to always go for 'small', even if half starved.
Travelling
light
The
last six years have gone by so fast that I feel I haven't been in
one place long enough to put down a bag - leave alone roots.
There's
electricity in the air
In
the Silicon Valley of India, as soon as there is the hint of a rainstorm,
they turn off the power.
Scintillating
cut and paste
As
a writer, internalisation is my worst nightmare. I have, without
a qualm, watched my plays being rehearsed for weeks, and then halfway
through opening night, I undergo a Moment.
Browsers
take a bruising
When
Mr T.S. Shanbhag's phone rings, he invariably has to move a heap
of books to get to it. As he writes out a bill at his desk, he does
so on a stack of periodicals two feet high.
Will
work for words
There
were 12 of us in our high school class. Now, 16 years after school,
many of us live outside India - mainly in the US. Every so often,
someone visits Bangalore, and the class gathers again.
The
mirrors that walk
At
a recent party, once all the revelry was done, a small group of
us sat down and did something I haven't done at an outing for a
long time. We had meaningful discussion.
Different
strokes
When
I finish my swim, I often linger by the pool, people watching. As
with waterholes in the wild, the variety of characters drawn to
the average swimming pool is astounding.
The
chicken run
Recently
in this column, I wrote how being a non-vegetarian wasn't the best
idea on this crowded planet. And now, chickens are hammering this
home in waves around the world.
Light
on the subject
I
think lighting is the most exciting of all of theatre's "backstage
arts". It offers a combination of art and science that perhaps
only architecture can rival.
Feeding
on guilt
Many
people define their city experience by the entertainment; my group
of friends defines it by the food. But not just any food. We are
excessively proud of the fact that we know the best, cheap meals
in town.
Blinkers
by the bagful
Brown
skin, Indian accent, broken English. If you think the three necessarily
go together, I've met you several times in Dubai.
Dangerous
puffed-up pigeons
What
is it about theatre that attracts people of little learning made
dangerous because they think they know everything? Writers, directors,
lighting designers, stage managers: the average theatre in Bangalore
is filled with a cast of giant walking egos.
The
great cycle of life
It's
been over 15 years since I got on a cycle that actually moves when
I pedal. And over 15 years since I've hit the back roads around
my home; roads I've clattered across thousands of times as a child.
Height
of torture in the sky
I've
been lucky with my neighbouring airline passengers in that I've
never been unlucky. I've had quiet successes: people without babies;
people who say nothing after "hello".
Thank
you for the music CDs
My
name is Gautam and I buy CDs. There, I've said it. When feeling
depressed, some people go to a fast-food place, some eat chocolate,
some buy shoes. I go to a music store.
Keeping
it alive and singing
I
recently went to a concert by a group of musicians in their sixties.
It was a senior citizens' evening at a retirement home and the group
played to a warm crowd of about 10 people. I lie. Actually, the
sexagenarians were The Rolling Stones...
Between
the past and the future
One
of my favourite analogies is the one that has the entire lifetime
of the earth reduced to one year. You know it the one in which the
earth begins on January 1, dinosaurs rule around Christmas time
and recorded human history starts in the last seconds before midnight.
Over
to the mute channels
With
marriage, there is much doubling up of household items. And therefore,
with marriage, comes redundancy.
The
magic of the movies
Recently,
my wife and I visited that centrepiece of American kitsch: the theme
park. The idea hadn't appealed to her at all, so she had to be dragged
there--not quite by her hair--but certainly against her will.
The
city that went bang...
I
have finally visited one of the dens of infamy that dot my city.
I got there as an insider, picked up by a fly-by-night taxi and
driven through back roads in a tearing rush to be there before the
show started.
O
for those languid 2MHz days
One
day, after playing the latest near-reality shoot-'em-up computer
game, I had a nostalgia attack.
A
war between two worlds
Hollywood
makes us intolerant. We learn to expect every image to have an explanation,
every character to have a motive, every question to have an answer.
Jockeying
for position
Disc
jockeying is not, as one would expect, a profession gawky boys have
mastered in bedrooms as the only way to enter parties too cool for
them.
By
air to India
The
man next to me is pecking at a device he can use to take photos,
write emails, make phone calls and control nations. The plane is
hot.
Don't
shoot the jazz messengers
If music is a universal language,
why do the saxophones sometimes play Greek and the pianos comp Latin?
I
wish him mosquitoes
The
Man With the Loudest Laugh in the World is my neighbour. He shares
his studio flat with--as life would have it--The Man Who Says Funny
Things Into the Night.
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