Noggyisms

Contrary to popular imagination, Tabby is not a cat. Tabby is a dog (white lab) who happens to be the pet of my neighbor in Calcutta. He (or she, I haven’t really checked) is also the darling of the occupants of the flats around since he is probably not yet one (cute), prances around (playful) and generally provides entertainment to the inhabitants who have grown up and cannot do the same anymore. Actually, I wonder what was the owner thinking when he (one Nikhil chap who lives alone in a nice huge ground floor flat with a massive courtyard and has some nice parties but with atrocious music) named the dog Tabby. That’s like naming the dog Cat! I mean, think about it, the poor fellow will grow up schizophrenic. Don’t blame Tabby, if he bites you two years down. Anyway, I digress! Tabby lives a pretty luxurious life as one look from those doleful eyes (the one which says, I am hungry and have not been fed, never mind the bowl full of milk I just lapped up) accompanied by a tai...

Kaan Moole Debo (henceforth known as Social Butterfly) is convinced we are being cheated. I agree because deep down I think so too but then it was early morning, there was no way I would want to get into an argument with an auto driver when I could have been devouring breakfast somewhere. Cut to a month back – SB and I were discussing where we needed to go for a weekend break and Fort Kochi came up as the requisite destination. It would be that time of the year when Kerala would not be too hot. The regular junta would be missing which would be mean more peace and quiet! Once the destination is done, we quickly try and get the buses booked for the to and fro journeys since most of the NRMs (non-resident-mallus) in Bangalore love to travel back to the home country at every small excuse they get. As expected we could not get seats on the much famed Kallada Travels for our journey into Kochi (or Ernakulam) and could only manage a return ticket. Disgruntled, we booked the onward jo...