Jigneshbhai, Swami and I gulped a spoonful of the thirteenth and last dish participating in the annual organic cooking contest for which we had been invited by Shridhar Mama as judges. As part of the preceding twelve, we had relished whole wheat chapatis, fruit salad based on organic milk, sandwiches with organic jams and even … Read more
“The project is over but Raichand’s one upmanship on it isn’t, it keeps going on and on,” Swami complained the other day while sipping his coffee. “And his favourite, blue-eyed boy keeps complaining that he didn’t get his due for the project.” Swami had just returned from his company’s offsite where he had spent two … Read more
“Have you been witness to a fierce argument on a WhatsApp group?” Jigneshbhai asked the other day when we were having our coffee and muffin. That question excited Swami who kept his cup and muffin down. “Arguments? I have witnessed dogfights, wrestling matches with crowds cheering on WhatsApp,” Swami replied and broke into a guffaw. … Read more
“Some of my batchmates have become real bigshots,” Swami sneered at me and Jigneshbhai from his cup of coffee the other day. He had just returned after attending a sort of mini reunion with his graduate class. Not that he met a lot of them regularly, but such reunions often rekindled the old habit of … Read more
“Sam told me that your fitness is not determined by what you do in the gym,” Swami complained. Jigneshbhai and I were no experts in this area, so we looked up and took notice. Maybe we will catch something we could put to use. “Then where is it determined?” Jigneshbhai asked, for a change. Even … Read more
“Raichand has hired a new blue-eyed boy. He is in charge of the project now,” Swami said while sipping his coffee. Jigneshbhai and I looked up and took notice. We saw a scowl of irritation make Swami and his face its home. This new hire didn’t seem to have gone well with him. But neither … Read more
“Take charge, he told me and so I did, and things went for a toss in the project,” Swami mused and took charge of the muffin while sipping his coffee the other day. “Who told you?” Jigneshbhai asked. “Who else but Raichand?” Swami replied with a faint smile. “So what happened?” I enquired. Well, that … Read more
“This is not the first time I have heard this,” Swami complained. Jigneshbhai and I heard loud music from somewhere. It was well past midnight, and we were having a late-night coffee at Swami’s place. “So this is normal?” Jigneshbhai enquired. Swami sipped into his coffee with a worried face. It looked like he had … Read more
“Projects keep coming up and I can’t just make out which ones to take up and which ones to give up,” Swami was exasperated the other day while munching into his muffin. Jigneshbhai sipped his coffee in peace. “Raichand says take it and I feel it’s so uninteresting. And then he gives me sermons on … Read more