I will start with a cliché: Time seems to have stood still in Cuba. It is evident on my drive from José Martí Airport to Hotel Nacional De Cuba. The typical buildings that you find near an airport — offices of…
Last week my sister-in-law fell off a ladder. It wasn’t a “ha! ha! you fell down,” kind of fall. As the stabilizing bar on the aluminium step ladder gave way, she fell one way while her limbs, pinned under the…
“You should colour your hair,” my sister looked critically at me before adding, “you look old.” Siblings don’t sugarcoat. I was not offended, I knew she meant well. After all, she probably remembers the guy with the beard — shown…
If you work in an evolving industry, it is likely that you have experienced the imposter syndrome at some point. Working in the tech sector, I certainly did. In layman’s terms, it is the self-doubt that makes you feel that…
I must admit, I am going through a severe case of FOMO — Fear Of Missing Out. The valuations for cannabis stocks and cryptocurrencies have gone through the roof and I am, once again, sitting on the sidelines, watching. My…
When travel and fitness do not go together… For someone who travels a fair bit, I have never hit the gym at a hotel. Occasionally, I do check out the hotel swimming pool, mostly to grab a beer by the…
You could say that I am not a believer. No true faith. When it comes to religion and faith, I have always flown under the radar as someone who is “not particularly religious.” Occasionally, God and prayer cross my mind.…
“So, what is Bangkok most famous for?” I asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the driver who had picked me up at Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi International Airport. The pre-arranged airport-to-hotel transfer was in a sleek Mercedes. It was going…
Merry Christmas and A Happy and Prosperous New Year! The past thirty days took me to four places of worship in four different cities. Each one belonged to a different religion – Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, and Hindu. The church, the…
“What the heck were they thinking?” That was my first reaction when I visited the erotic sculptures of Khajuraho. I was flying in from Varanasi, a city considered holy by the Hindus in India. I mean, I have seen my share…