Reshmi 's memoirs jotted as events- to be refreshed by the writer if required

(I would like to be discreet about names in the interests of their privacy. Hence names are not mentioned.) It is not necessary to be over indulgent with readers by discussing personal life and even worse talking about celebrities with whom one has memories linked.  It was a gruelling experience with my husband and my son at Mumbai airport on our way to Bangalore. It was a cold night in December, the flight delayed by 90 minutes. A trolley stacked with with bags, alert about announcements, husband gauging the distance between the boarding desk and the wash room, my son rambling around as if he was at a wedding reception. There I notice a VIP with an entourage, be in Royal Blue tuxedo, free-to-share a toothy smile. Wow, it was Govinda - a top star then. Haste and collision are pals - result: my son collides with an old lady.......she stares and mutters (could have been a shriek if on the road). Celebritydom an imposed status There have been many such instances but it would be wis

The compulsive drinker of coffee does assimilate quite a good percentage of rancour. Especially if one is exposed to hostile weather conditions the caffeine content does induce a 'deviant' kick which to some is soothing to the 'other' some motivates to work (exercises muscles). There is no obvious stimulant for the brain as is imagined by some experts. Honestly the three distinct types of coffee drinkers are either dull or over-excited. Type A > Keeps prodding or plodding over a familiar work with rigour Type B > Loves to smile and gush with idle chat with stunning expressions Type C > a 'Zombie' who attains a morose look but likes the rumble in the tummy Do I like the drink? Since college days to my early years of marriage, coffee always stood out as a better option to other drinks. Well, tea, soft drinks, cocktails, mocktails etc were never so alluring. Hard drinks were avoided for the simple reason that they entail beastliness that i

Those were the days of internship with a prominent daily in Mumbai. It still is, as charted by popular standards.It would be wise to avoid names but then they respected some principles of life. Journalists formed lobbies in the corridors of power backed by money bags. We (interns) were so naive to discern money bags and chamchas (lobbyists). The umpteen pressers attended were low profile or insignficant and that whether the reports would see the next day's sunrise. But then these reports most of the time were buried or shelved. Sad no coffins were needed.Once I had the fortune to attend a presser called by the then CM at his conference room. He rolled his eyes to see a young lady like me with a notepad and eagerly waiting to put in a question in Marathi. Of course my senior reporter introduced me to him .....'Intern aahay'.  Then the CM says Hmm and proceeds with his utterances quickly. A man of few words / sentences. Reporters all alert with ears pricked. On his way out