I reached my office, sweaty, bedraggled and in dire need of rear ends to kick. I owed my saintly mood to the soul-sucking, BP-raising, face-purpling rush hour city traffic which I had just survived. When Brian Tracy titled his book ‘Eat that Frog’, he meant ‘Get the most unpleasant chore out of your way’. Well, he probably got this idea while croaking, choking, and gagging below an under-construction flyover. Anyway, after the hearty amphibian breakfast of my own, I steeled myself to get some work done with whatever energy was left after that terrible trip. Here’s something you need to know about my office work culture. Or rather the lack of it. You may goof off, sleep at your desk, play solitaire, or ogle at your curvaceous colleagues. Doesn’t. Bloody. Matter. What matters is standing to attention for – the act that pays the moolah and keeps body and soul…
Ken Elswick was a retired archivist known to list stone-skipping as one of his many hobbies. He owned a labrador named ‘Future’ and held…
I was about to close my clinic when my mobile rang. It was from Raeni, my fiancée. “Khenan,” she said, “are you busy? Can…
Title: The Book of Happiness: A Memoir Author: Joseph Mark Glazner Copyright: 2024 (Toronto) Price: $ 15.99 (Paperback) That Time in America When I Thought…
The weather had turned for the worse after a brief promise of spring. It was March and there was a gray that lurked in…
Pushpa’s husbands’ ages ranged from 21 to 35. Her mother called them “four Pandvas” after the mighty “five Pandvas,” husbands to the all-powerful Draupathi,…
I rested above the path that followed the stream. My back leaned against the grassy hillside, and I tried to ignore the throbbing in…
The remnants of a future that almost was: What is a memento? A few months ago, I returned to my hometown for the Christmas…
Arthur Young had seen it first. Bounding down to the cove ahead of his father and his crew of two other cocklers he came…
A wind is moving the shrubs and tall trees around the red brick house swathed in English ivy and Virginia creeper. In the backyard…
