“How are you Bob?” asked a friend, and before he could say Jack Robinson, or it’s Asian equivalent I had poured out my complaints to him, and then he reminded me of a story I’d written about before and which I’m going to bring back today:

A man raced down the hospital steps one rainy day and jumped into a passing bus with the remark, "What a beautiful day it is!" The rain was pouring in torrents, it was dreadfully cold and everyone was bemoaning the foul weather.

Once in a while, when going with a friend to visit someone I am warned before I reach, “he is a henpecked husband!”

 “Oh!” I whisper, and go with quite some apprehensions of a wife pecking away at every statement her husband makes, and he sitting forlorn and dejected in a corner, pleading with silent desolate eyes for us to rescue him from his terrible ordeal.

Most often, I am quite disappointed: What I see is a very happy husband and a very happy wife too.

- Shahnaz Husain

After months of snow, slush, and frigid temperatures, spring is finally on the horizon.

As temperatures rise and as we reemerge from the cocoon of cozy blankets, bulky sweaters and flannel pajamas,  it’s time to start thinking about what steps to take to prepare for warmer weather.

Changing seasons mean more than just a switch in wardrobes. Spring is the time to renew and refresh your skin.

While a complete overhaul isn’t necessary, a few adjustments will help you feel and look better once spring has sprung.

As countries open up and we Asians start flying again, I thought it imperative to write this little piece, which I also recommend you take with a pinch of salt, though there is some truth in it.

Most International Airlines think Asians are suicide bombers and feel we have nothing more to do except blow ourselves up in their planes, so here are some tips for a less traumatic flight and not to be treated as a terrorist:

Today, political rallies are all about candidates insulting each other. The days of dignified talk seem to be over, and just when I was beginning to feel sad about the bygone days, I suddenly started realizing that even insults could be turned around and made to work for us:

This incident happened during the latter part of 1800s, in Bengal  when Sri Ishwarchandra Vidyasagar and his few friends were busy collecting donations to start Calcutta University.