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Where dogs don’t bark

By Chindu Sreedharan

Particularly telling on the English way of life was my friend Deepa’s comment the other day (actually she quoted her friend, but never mind): “Yaar, these people, they not only keep their children quiet, but they even manage to keep their dogs quiet! You’ll never have a dog barking at you on the streets!… »

Englishman, oh Englishman

By Chindu Sreedharan

The English are possibly the most stiff-lipped bunch ever to sip beer and watch football, but one thing you cannot accuse them of is lacking a sense of humour. Their humour, like the rest of them, is very English – splendidly… »

A splash of salsa

By Chindu Sreedharan

Inside, more black ties and evening gowns scattered around a well-lit dance floor, where a sizeable crowd is swaying to live hip-hop. After dinner. “Do you feel a bit shabby?” asks… »

How to survive the English

By Chindu Sreedharan

Don’t tell an Englishman to shut up. He will drop dead with shock. In India ‘Aw, shut up!’, ‘Buzz off’ ‘Drop dead’, ‘Get a life’, etc are considered essentials in any healthy conversation. In England,… »

Nice, very nice

By Chindu Sreedharan

Art, or anything close to it, is completely wasted on me. That’s a known fact. Still I went to an art exhibition at Gallery 286 in London the other… »

Life stops for no one

By Chindu Sreedharan

He dies, you die, I die; life stops for no one. Life stops only for the one who… »

Warmth… in a cold country

By Chindu Sreedharan

Racism I had been told, is a favourite pastime in England. They don’t seem to play that particular sport much over here in Bournemouth (pronounced ‘Bon-moth’, with unnecessary vehemence attached to the first bit), except for poking fun at Americans… »

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