Suyash Sharma

 “To mask or not to mask”, borrowing from the Bard’s Hamlet “To be or not to be”, obviously the similarities are stark, masking actually is being, and without the mask is an invite to “not to be” almost akin to committing suicide. Masks have become a way of life in the past about 15 months

Sameer Anukul, 16304, 49 Div, Mike Squadron, NDA Wing Ghorpuri, a thin and wiry spectacled young boy with a ready smile, that is the recollection of our first meeting. We were roommates, with Reuben Peters, NA Vinod, KPS Rana, Sameer and self. Quite a motley bunch of cadets, Peters from Orissa now Odisha, the NDA

There was a time, when the thermometer inserted into the mouth, one was hoping and praying to the Lord Almighty, please let the mercury be at 99 at least and higher the better, a 101 was a sure Att”C” (Sick in quarter) for 72 hours, but even a 99 would get you at least 24

  Potbellies grow and stay forever, the realisation dawns on you rather late. Initially you tend to ignore it, thinking it is just an irritant and will simply disappear by itself. This rotund growth which surreptitiously appeared and decided to hang on despite my best efforts to shake it off. The long brisk walks and exercises

  Ripped jeans have tripped the honourable CM of UK, Uttarakhand. But obvious, it couldn’t have been United Kingdom as they apparently do not have any qualms about genes forget about jeans. The genes are playing truant with Harry meeting his Sally (Meg…han) or may be it is more like “Harry met Sejal” after all

Tool kits are distraught they have traditionally been the prized possession of the proletariat, Karl Marx and Lenin up there in heaven are watching over the goings on shocked out of their wits. The hammer and sickle of Comrade Mao are witnessing how suddenly the media is going hammer and tongs and sullying their good

  The “glorious uncertainties of Cricket”, is how the victory of the underdogs, normally described in Cricket parlance. Indian Cricket team seems to have discovered quite a few tricks over the years and have more often than not turned the tables on their more fancied opponents. We did it in West Indies 50 years ago,

 Happy Valentines! Or should I say ‘Belan ..tines’, in India there are many who get their phonetics mixed up, with “V” being pronounced as “B” or “S” being pronounced as “SH” or vice versa. Valentine for the Eastern UP Bihar and even some parts of Bengal becomes Belantine, which I dare say is probably more

    “Someone taught me how to dance last night,What a mover he was! And someone taught me how to do it rightWhat a groover he was!”    Tina Charles would croon, and we would swoon, no not because of the lyrics or the beats of the song per se, it was because, we were

 Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose – the name strikes a chord of patriotism which lies buried deep in our sub-conscious somewhere. For our generation and those preceding ours, who were brought up on the staple diet of 26th January and 15th August brand of patriotic fervour he was always an icon, a legend but an enigmatic