Shail’s Nest

When it rains it pours and how!
My woes started with the modem going kaput. What can be as disastrous as that for a blog addict?? I did not go into shock immediately that happened because my buddy Airtel gprs connection on my cell phone was there as standby while the BSNL people got their act [...]

I woke up to a beautiful morning today. There was a nip in the air. Once I was done with preparing breakfast I walked out to the front yard and looked up at the sky. The clouds looked like fluffy cotton wool against the beautiful blue sky. I decided to get my camera and take [...]

‘The Nuts’ was what we called ourselves, the ‘we’ here referring not to some teen under graduates or school students, which erroneous conclusion you might have been tempted to jump to, but post graduates, studying in the prestigious Kariavattom University, which lay about 16 kilometers outside the capital city of Trivandrum. The ‘we’ consisted of [...]

I have a few strands of gray hair, masquerading as coppery red due to the henna I apply, adorning my head. Of course like conscientious children the world over, the sons senior and junior have done their overzealous bit and contributed unstintingly towards turning a few among the glossy black strands to gray, especially during [...]

I have spilled quite a lot of beans about the second-born in many a previous blog and yet here I am again to write more about him. The second born aka the blue-eyed boy was born on a bright sunny morning on this same day years ago at the Military Hospital in Trivandrum. The blue-eyed [...]

Apart from a stupid dream I had while I dozed off one Tuesday afternoon months back, about none other than Hrithik Roshan of all people, and mind you, that too when he is not even in my dream-list, my dreams have mostly been confined to those where I appear for tests to write which I [...]

My senior son the geek, skydiving.

Updated to add the second photo.

Some time back I read a blog by a youngster about the things he stored in a big sack back home which his mother was not allowed to go through or even touch. They contain, he wrote, valuable things which still mean a lot to him, like that twelve year old rusted headlight of his [...]

This is fatso of ’The fatso and I‘ fame, rather notoriety, who looks a little less of the fatso in this picture than he had been a month back on account of moi being away from home for exactly the same period of time. But not to worry, he is quickly making up for lost time. [...]

The balcony is my favorite place to stand and watch the world go by in between my chores. My time there starts when I open the French windows to it in the morning to find the rolled up newspaper of the day lying there.

Right opposite to the balcony stand like sentinels three trees belonging [...]