Uneventful, it indeed, had been over the past days. Reading restricted to the dailies - and nothing really catching my fancy. The National brought out their glossy 'Ultratravel' - felt it was a little sister imitation of FT's 'How to Spend it.' Even the design.
Reading on travel is now getting wearisome - may it is time we got back to good ol' Eric Newby. Oh yes, there is always, Tim Mackintosh-Smith to fall back on. Those who have missed 'The Hall of a Thousand Columns,' it is a must read. Will especially appeal to Malayalis, as he gives profound insights on Kerala's history.
Amongst all the clamour of support for the Allied intervention in Libya, this story was a refreshing read; it provided a sane perspective.
For a quick read, it was Ian Fleming's 'The Living Daylights.' Stunning, page-turner.
It is hard to believe how the murder of one person could have caused such jittery for the establishment (fictional, of course), when now the UK goes about in utter glee bombing Libya, not having learnt from Iraq and Afghanistan.
Perhaps in the 60s, the world had a better and more introspective moral code.
The best came from Suresh Menon, who wrote about 'book cricket' in this Tehelka column.
Took me straight to my own book cricket days with a dog-eared Oxford dictionary. Suresh's fav included Gundappa Vishwanath. My own favourite combo was Gavaskar and Chetan Chauhan.
Like the author, I cheated too - Chauhan invariably got limited opportunities to be at the crease; the last ball of the over invariably ended in a single (in book cricket, the page number corresponding to 8) and Gavaskar volleyed the balls for 4's, 6's and an occasional single to give Chauhan a batting life.
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