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There are many people in this World who come into public focus for a brief period of time, and then fade away - only to be remembered when they pass on... Ravi Baswani, Bollywood comedy actor, was one such personality. He died of a massive heart attack in Haldwani. Most people survive a heart attack, but Ravi was unlucky. His attack was massive, and he died before a Doctor could get to him The first realization that surprised me about Ravi's life, was that he was 64 years old ! Had I not read the news report about his death, I couldn't have imagined he was so old. Ravi Baswani belonged to that generation of actors, who were tremendously talented. He belonged to the same pedigree as Naseeruddin Shah, Pankaj Kapur, Om Puri and many others who honed their acting skills through formal training at reputed institutions like the National School of Drama (NSD) or the Film and Television Institute of India. They then set foot in Bollywood, with a dream - to become film stars one day. Ma...

A common like amongst the four of us in the family - is 'Chinese' food. Well - the 'Indian Chinese' or the usual ' hakka noodles' 'fried rice' stuff and nothing more authentic. But for the discerning consumer, a place where even this usual stuff is found to be good, is difficult in Delhi in today's times. All restaurants seem to go through a cycle. The 'Fuyiya'and 'Chopsticks' - once the most happening place for this type of cuisine, now serve food which can be rated at best as 'ordinary'. Once upon a time, I could swear by them. But today I wouldn't waste my time and money there. There was however one restaurant nicely 'tucked' away in a 5 star hotel, which not many people seemed to know of. This was the 'Jewel of the East' in the ' Ashoka ' in Delhi. We discovered this and instantly got hooked on to it. For many reasons. One, they had the luxury of a huge amount of space. And finding a real s...

I didn't know Manohari Singh till a few days back. But when I did get to know who he was, the feeling in my heart was of intense respect and admiration. Now Manohari Singh is no more. He passed away on 13th July 2010, due to a cardiac arrest. He was 79. This blog post is a humble tribute to a man who most of us didn't know on the one hand, but actually knew him on the other. Three weeks ago, while flicking channels on TV, I 'ran' into a music reality show called Indian Idol. And since music is so ingrained into me, I couldn't help stopping right there, and listening to the rather melodious voice of the aspirant. The theme of that episode was 'RD Burman' or Pancham Da, as he was popularly known. It was in keeping with things that Asha Bhonsle was the chief guest and the honorary judge. I knew I was in for a treat -listening to old songs that were Pancham's compositions. What surprised me completely was that the orchestra accompanying the vocalists, was a...

We all know that. However, one day, I did put this 'saying' to test. The very thought of that incident 26 years ago, sends 'goose pimples' all over....! The year was 1984. the movie 'Coolie' had just been released. I was living in the St. Stephen's College hostel that year. A group of us were having dinner in the mess at about 8 pm. Suddenly an idea struck one of us - why not hit the night show of Coolie which was running at 'Batra' a cinema hall not very far from College. Normally most programs especially the 'after dinner' ones were made in the same manner - 'on the spot' - without much advance planning. So it was decided that those that had finished dinner would move as an 'advance party' and arrange for tickets, and the rest who were still having dinner would follow. Availability of tickets was going to be an issue, since the movie had been released less than a week ago, and was running full houses. I was to be a part of t...

Today I received a mail from a friend that talked about the good old days, when our generation was much younger. The mail showed all the TV serials we saw as teenagers, on Doordarshan. It talked about how life and times then were much simpler.... I read the mail and it suddenly struck my mind, that ours must be a unique generation. Unique in the sense that it is this generation that would have seen the biggest change in the World, in one lifetime. And by change in the World I mean change in the way the World around us was, as early as, say, when we were born, and the way life and the World is for us, today, when we are somewhere near middle age. Our elders could contest that. The logic being, that every generation sees a huge amount of change in a span of 60-70 years. Be that as it may. Without comparing, I would still consider my generation to be lucky to have seen such a transformation in the way we live our lives. One of the aspects of life that immediately impacts us is technolog...

As soon as I reached home from Office yesterday, Manoj Lal, a friend since School called up. Always the one to take the initiative to get old school buddies reunited, he once again had a surprise in store. He had invited Rajesh Chopra and Vivek Sanyal , both School mates, and wanted to know if I could join... My mind went back into the past, 32 years ago. The year was 1978. Rajesh and I were the only two students of the class who appeared for the NDA examination to join the 60th course starting July 1978. I was medically rejected, and Rajesh made it. He left School and that was the last time I saw him. We met up about an hour later, at the restaurant owned by Manoj. We talked about old times, enquired about other friends especially those in the 'fauj'. We also talked about the present and future. About families, children careers - almost everything. There was so much to catch up on in such a short time. Rajesh now - Colonel Rajesh Chopra - and soon to be called Brigadier Rajesh...

I have often wondered how easy - or hard it is to 'compress' an entire life of this soldier and General, into a few hundred words. This is a humble attempt - to pay tribute to one of India's finest soldiers - a distinguished General, leader and trainer, about whom very few outside the Army circles know.. Inderjit Singh Gill was born to a Sikh father and and English mother in 1919, in Chennai. His father was a Royal Medical Corps Doctor and Inder was one of four sons. After finishing School in Chennai, Inder went to England to complete his studies. It was because of the fact that he was half English biologically, and spent a good part of his life in England, that Inder was more of an Englishman, and less of a 'Sardar' That explained his clipped English accent, and absence of a turban and beard. Inder was a 'gora sa'ab' in more ways than one. Inder finished School in 1939 and had good enough grades to pursue Engineering at Edinburgh University. He howev...