Asha Iyer Kumar

  • There’s more to romance than meets the Facebook page. I am having this sudden, irrepressible craving to enter into wedlock again. That too, in a chic, modern manner. If this sounds too absurd to be taken seriously, let me explain, before you start suspecting my intentions and pass instant ...

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  • Today’s children are a curious lot — hard to please, keen on competition, easily pestered and fabulously finicky. The shortest route to getting on their nerves is to begin a session with “When we were children, we…” They have no interest in knowing about those ...

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  • These are times of frenzied travel and fervent holidays. Our newly acquired globetrotting habit is taking us to exciting destinations across oceans and continents, and treating us to extraordinary sights and experiences. A majority of these are exotic locations that we see pictures of in travel ...

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  • At last count, there are two cameras, one VCR, one GPS, one music system, three mobile phones, two fixed line phones (one even with the primordial message recording facility with a cassette and a broken tape), and dozens of audio cassettes — all in excellent nick and ready to run a race. They ...

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  • We recently said RIP to the seventh indoor plant in two years, and I am depressed. Not just because we have lost another green friend to what now seems to be developing into a civil strife between my plants and me, but because they simply don’t understand how it feels to have someone slight ...

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  • Although the Web log made its entry into the world of the tech savvy geeks in the late 90s and crept into the creative toolbox of the literati in the early 2000s, it was much later that blogging found a place in my life. By the time I adopted it as an effective medium to transmit my creative ...

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  • I have just turned away the third sales person to ring my doorbell in a week. It is not very often that I respond to peddlers at my doorstep, for two reasons – one, my fear of the unknown assailant on the prowl in the garb of a salesman, and two, my abject incompetence to curtly refuse a ...

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