Roopinder Singh writes....

Cooking up a story

I can’t cook to save my life, though I love food and like to experiment with various cuisines. Indian Takeaway was a title that intrigued me and as I read it, I enjoyed it, which was reason enough to review the book by Glasgow-born Hardeep Singh Kohli. He writes well, is funny and I liked his idea of cooking western food in India while travelling around.

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2 number ka maal

Nimbu Pani

Blog on, blokes!

Baton for the Marshal

Obvious, non-empirically

Obama’s cyber style

Aradhika Sharma writes....

Sitting, sitting, bum is paining…
I believe that we’re all familiar
With the situation I’ll be describing
Not too sure however about
The remedy I’ll be prescribing
Not sure in fact if remedy there is any
When sitting begets us only
Aches n pains in our sweet fanny!
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Frogs and Snails and Puppy dog Tails..

Forwards in my mailbox!

Nautch Girls of the Raj

An Ode to Beer!

Arvind Krishna writes....

How tweet it is

Suddenly the Twitter ‘bitters’ or bashers seem to have disappeared and a wave of goodwill and seriousness has come around Twitter. This doesn’t mean that you have to like Twitter, or even feel guilty about pining for an earlier, simpler, pre-Twitter world. It simply means that anyone who ignores the vast socioeconomic impact that Twitter is already having around the world risks going the way of the luddites.
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Philanthropy in hard times

Rukh

Looking Back

Capt S Seshadri writes....

SOUTH OF THE ADYAR RIVER

Oh for the days of my youth! Misspent, no doubt, but happy nevertheless. The days when Chennai was Madras to us and Pattinam to the old folks. When we had two grandmothers, a great grandmother and a host of great aunts to spoil us with thengai burfis! When cars meant Morris Minors, Ford Prefects and Landmasters!

It was the mid 60s and we were one of the first few residents of what was then Urur village. I distinctly remember the evening when we assembled and sat on the earthen floor outside what is now the Shastri Nagar Ladies’ Association, and some dignitary, whose name escapes me, declared the changed name of our locality to Shastri Nagar after our then Prime Minister. Or even earlier, when we heard the news of Pandit Nehru’s death over our ‘Telerad’. Our radio was one of the biggest in the colony and a bunch of us would gather round it of an evening to listen to the news or crowd round on a holiday to hear V.K. Chakrapani and Vizzy comment on Test cricket.


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Shoe-shoe, shoo shoo

A hero will lead us

Banned girl, Bond boy


The Return of the Gladiator

Welcome to Writers Chowk!

The place where writers converge, and how! Contributors to this blog include Roopinder Singh, Aradhika Sharma, Arvind Krishna, Seshadri Sreenivasan, Manraj Grewal, Vivek Atray and Balpreet... Others who are keen to contribute can mail us at writerschowk@gmail.com