K.V. Krishnan

Motor madness

The “motorcy” weaved furiously through the Bangkok traffic. I clung on to the handlebar for dear life, but the orange-vested...

Krai kai kai kai

I heard hoots and hisses squealed into a cell-phone. It was only my Mongolian cab driver discussing the early-morning weather...

Good luck, Clover

Three years ago, looking for fuel on my way to the rental car return...

Charge of the flight brigade

I grew up riding Mumbai trains, and it was an initiation rite into human endurance. Over time...

Dreams our stuff is made of

A thin wooden strip adorns the dash of my car — something that visitors...

Quest for carrom

Recently, a couple of French exchange students visiting us got addicted to the game of carrom, so we generously decided to gift them a set.

Digitally distinguished

The year-end holiday season brings several parties in its wake.

Grizzly encounters

I couldn’t resist that curiosity of beholding something taller than Mount Everest. Native Athabascan Indians call Mount...

Hike, Jellybean!

Chak de! has now become something of a catchphrase. National pastimes do not suffer from shadows of colonial rule...

Made in China

It became an embarrassing obsession during my growing years. I would spend my leisure hours closely scrutinising the most uninteresting household obje

Dear Editor...Ah, the joy of sending epistles to ether

With reference to... Apropos of... I read with interest. Years ago, I used to be at it furiously tapping away letters to editors...