Author Archives: Bhavin Jankharia

Sex, Lies, Bets and Videotapes…All About Greed

There is an inter­est­ing arti­cle pub­lished ear­lier this week in The New York Times, an op-ed piece by colum­nist David Brooks titled “What the Words Tell Us”, where he analy­ses the shift in the usage of words over the last cen­tury and tries to under­stand what this implies with respect to social behav­ior. He writes,

Telephone Angst

Greed! The fod­der for our columns that con­nects idiot spot-fixing crick­eters and gullible, Saradha-like pyra­mid scheme investors…I would rather focus on more rel­e­vant and impor­tant issues. The gen­er­a­tional divide is never more appar­ent than when some­one above the age of 65 wants to get in touch. This is how it goes. My cell rings. When

The One Doctor You Don’t Want!

At the out­set, apolo­gies to all doc­tors named “Michael Pinto”. I am not sure how embell­ished this story is, but I did hear it from the horse’s mouth. A doc­tor friend of mine told me about an 82-years old patient of his, who had sud­denly become drowsy and had to be admit­ted to a local

Post-Credit Geeks…in Mumbai

Last Sun­day, we watched Iron Man 3 at the Adlabs in Wadala. When the film ended and the cred­its started rolling, my wife got up. I held her down say­ing I wanted to catch the post-credit scene. She didn’t know what I was talk­ing about, but waited anyway…and my excited son and I explained to

When Similarities End…Starting With Cleanliness

The first thing that strikes you when you exit the air­port is the bright sun­shine with­out the humid­ity and the cool breeze with­out the cold. It feels a bit like Mum­bai, but with­out the clam­mi­ness and the per­spi­ra­tion that make the sum­mer months so painful as against the glo­ri­ous sun­shine in Beirut that makes you

Your Blessings for a Dinner Plate

A few weeks ago, much was made in the papers about a high-profile busi­ness­man who qui­etly stood in line at a wed­ding recep­tion when he could eas­ily have cut the line. Hon­estly, these sto­ries are noth­ing but sops meant to con us into believ­ing that the super-rich are still human. But that’s not the point! The real

The Chimera of Old Hindi Songs

A few weeks ago, my wife and I went to our local club for an evening of old Hindi songs. It was a one-man show, the singer belt­ing out old med­leys and ghaz­als and also man­ag­ing the key­board and arrange­ments. Peo­ple had a really good time as hap­pens in all such pro­grams that trans­port them

The Tale of Two Films…A Good “Bad” Original and its Bad “Bad” Remake

When non-Indians ask for masala Bol­ly­wood film choices, I tell them to start with Sholay, then try Amar Akbar Anthony or Yaadon ki Baarat and finally Him­mat­wala. 1983. We had just fin­ished a brain-squeezing exam and 30 of us wanted to leave those brains behind and watch a “bad” Hindi film. Him­mat­wala play­ing at Badal/Bijlee

The Delusion and Entitlement of Self-Important Tribes

This hap­pens often! Jour­nal­ists rarely carry arti­cles against fel­low jour­nal­ists even though they con­stantly bitch about each other “off-the-record”. It is rare for a doc­tor to tes­tify against his col­league in court, though in pri­vate he will mas­sacre his rep­u­ta­tion. Despite infight­ing, tribes or guilds tend to take care of their own, often insu­lated from the

Coping with Tragedy

On Wednes­day, all the front pages car­ried a story of the murder-suicide of a fam­ily of four at Bhakti Park in Wadala. Appar­ently, there was a dis­pute regard­ing the apart­ment, and the debt-ridden father killed his wife, his two sons and then him­sel When I came home that evening, my chil­dren pulled me into their