• Ityaadi is when Aditya, the author of this blog, has nothing good to do and remembers he has a blog which he can pakao people with. If you by any chance like the stories here and would like to know more about Aditya, check it out at About me.

I bribed a Delhi policeman to get my Passport

Yes, I did. But I had no other resort? Here’s what happened. Never had I thought that I would go to a foreign location, that too to work. So why waste time and money in getting a passport. So when this job offer came and surprisingly I got selected, I suddenly realized that I don’t … Continue reading

Women a Weakling?

“Do you talk very often to your wife”, asked Arun (name changed), my friend from childhood days. Before I could have told him about the frequency of calls to my just married wife who I have left back in India to work in Sheikh-land (read Dubai), he added, “I hope you don’t reveal everything to her. … Continue reading

Tagging Business

On Email, you get forwards – Send this or that to 10 people or you will get unlucky (as if you were very lucky otherwise). On Facebook, you get notification that you have received fruits from a friend’s farm on Farmville (most of these friends haven’t ever been to a village) On Blogs, you get … Continue reading

Tamatar ki Teekhi Chutney (Tomato Chutney)

I am missing home and I am missing home made food. As I was going through several food blogs, I suddenly remembered a teekhi tomato chutney that my mother used to prepare. It goes best with aloo-paratha or sattu-paratha (litti), but you can also have it with dal-chawal. Here’s the recipe if you would like … Continue reading

2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 7,100 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people. Click here to … Continue reading

Dreams and Realities

Long ago when I was still a kid, but old enough to know peeing on bed can land you in trouble, I would soil the bed at times. And when Ma discovered the wet bed the next morning, she would scold me saying, Aditya how can you still wet the bed. I know that, I … Continue reading

The case of mistaken identities

No one had yet come to claim the lower berth. The TTE said that the occupant was to get aboard the train at Gaya. Until he came, I decided to occupy the window seat and do some sightseeing. As the train stopped at Dhanbad I got nostalgic. For years this was where we caught trains … Continue reading

Nostalgic smells of Deepawali

We bought a gun for my nephew this Deepawali. In our times this gun used to be made of tin. Small rolls of a bindi shaped cracker served as the bullets. You just needed to pull the trigger and dhoom. I was loving the smell. It brought back memories of times when we used to … Continue reading

To kill or not to kill (a mosquito)

(At least three mosquitoes have been killed in the process of writing this post) My relationship with God is very much like my relationship with neighbours – I don’t deny their presence; my hands automatically move for the incense stick after bath, like they join to say namaste whenever I cross paths with my neighbours; … Continue reading

Dadi’s Story

We had just sat down to have our supper when there was a knock at the door. Ma opened the door. She came back with our neighbour Mumtaz uncle’s wife and an old lady, who had worn an overly faded cotton saree that would have been white before getting exposed to coalfield air. Close to … Continue reading

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