Sunday,
August 26, 2001
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WHENEVER I get the blues, my usual ‘pick-me-up’ (if that’s the word I want) is a P.G. Wodehouse rib-tickler. It helps me chuckle away the dark clouds and rediscover the rainbows. Thank you, Jeeves. There is a perception that humorous prose is not as significant as serious writing. Also, that stories which make one laugh cannot be as great as stories that make one cry. This is unfortunate and also untrue. Don’t we read fiction to be amused and to be transported elsewhere —"into a cleaner, brighter world than we live in"?
Yeh hai London, yeh hai London, meri jaan! |
The costliest cup
of coffee in the world! HOLLYWOOD HUES |
ART AND
SOUL: Excavating
the City of David TELEVISION: Now
the ‘K’ factor rubs off on Asha Parekh TIME OFF: Archer
shoots a Crooked Arrow MOVIE MAGIC:
Monica’s second coming
KEEPING
FIT: For
the sake of your heart GARDEN
LIFE: Know
the medium TRAVEL:
Keeping a date with amazing Amsterdam |
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