
Florence – Reminiscence of the Renaissance
So we all went to the Gates of Paradise – the beautiful, descriptive, golden doors of the octagonal baptistery. They were beautiful and were given this name by none other than Michelangelo.
Read MoreSo we all went to the Gates of Paradise – the beautiful, descriptive, golden doors of the octagonal baptistery. They were beautiful and were given this name by none other than Michelangelo.
Read MoreI was at Benares and we were mulling over whether to do a trip to Sarnath or not. I was not feeling too well,…
Read MoreAllahabad was our first night-stop on that great drive to orient which I wrote some time back. For a better period of our planing,…
Read MoreWho has not heard of Rani Lakshmibai of Jhansi? The last few lines of one of the most recited poetry in Hindi literature composed…
Read MoreZurich (“Zu-reich†in German means too rich), the business and cultural capital of Switzerland, lies at the north end of Zurich Lake, in the…
Read MoreOh! Calcutta is not dying. It is a City of Joy At the fag end of April 2008 I visited Calcutta on my way…
Read MoreHave you ever seen bearded Lord Shiva ?? Strain your brain to recollect if you have indeed seen a picture or idol of Shiva…
Read MoreI found the view from the terrace particularly charming with the scenery dotted with temples and cenotaphs, and spent some time relaxing there with the cool breeze blowing on my face. Coming out, I had another good look at the Palace. It was hard to believe that this Palace was of the seventeenth century.
Read MoreThe decision to go to Maithon was made on a whim… we had nothing to do and it was a Sunday… usually a half day in most of the trading establishments…
Read MoreThe first time I went abroad was in the year 1995 when Kuberan was a consultant to UNDP in Vietnam. It was an experience…
Read MoreA business trip for two days to the city of ‘Tehzeeb’, as Aditya said in his post on Lucknow, had to have some room…
Read MoreAs we had a flight to board the next morning, we left Canterbury at four in the evening, passed through the Dover Castle, saw the port through which the majority of cross-channel traffic passes and reached our friend’s house at Norwood Green, right on time to grab some good liquor and a delicious Punjabi meal.
After a long day’s excursion, soaked in the mystic grandeur of Canterbury, floating in the splendid aroma of the fine French wine served by our hosts, what could be more blissful than to slip into a warm bed with one’s adorable wife.
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