Cyrus Brocha

Aug 22, 2011

Let’s just ban cricket

I plead guilty! No, don’t stop me. I insist, I need to get this off my chest. I plead guilty! I did it. And just in case my wife reads this, let me add that this time I mean more than just the toilet seat. I did much more, much more, much more.

Two Imrans and Kapil

September 29 was a date reserved for the Dilip Sardesai’s memorial lecture. I had the privilege of having actually known Sardesai in the last two decades of his life and the even greater privilege of being lectured to by him, so I wouldn’t miss the tribute in his honour for all the money in the 2G scam.

No hickey for hockey

Somewhere on page 71 (or, more precisely, page 19 of the sports pages) of the Malabar Times which happens to be India’s smallest-selling newspaper (we know this because it is still to sell a copy) was a rare yet comforting news item. It said Ukrainian masseuse available round-the-clock at negotiable rates. Sorry,

Elvis and a fasting Parsi

In this Parsi New Year one hoped that things would pan out differently. No major miracles, of course, like India beating England in a Test match or Anna Hazare becoming the Prime Minister of India.