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If your survival depends on having steaks, will your very survival be at stake? If you're in a cozy bar when you start feeling tender, should you cozy up to the bartender? If you have to study the dew with diligence, should you study it with dew diligence? If you meet a wise nun and the wisest nun, will you still be none the wiser?Puns and double entendres such as these emerge when you mercilessly mingle idioms with homonyms and their kin, and play around with their literal meanings. As a sequel to Son of a Pun, the hundreds of such entries in Dew Diligence are just as lively, just as exuberant. You will think that as long as the author does not abandon puns, he will continue to pun with abandon.
If your insight serves to incite, will anyone want to see it in sight? If you place a pen on a sill, will it turn into a pencil? If you have little left to write, should you write it from left to right? Such are the probing questions that lurk between the covers of this delightful, irreverent collection. Teeming with puns, idioms, homonyms, and their ilk, the hundreds of entries in Son of a Pun will take you on a whirlwind tour of English as it could be spoken. This tenacious strand of wordplay is an unapologetic embrace of the ridiculous-and might leave you wondering whether the author's way with words implies waywardness...
From being mistaken for a faith-healer to being mistaken for a woman, the twenty-odd short stories in this memoir describe some of the more memorable incidents from the author's life. When a well-dressed woman accosts him on the street and asks him for money, he wonders whether he should grant her wish. He is stumped when an Israeli tourist asks him which country he belongs to while on a weekend visit to Norway from his base in Sweden. As a child, the author had no qualms about demanding orange soda from his uncle, but as an adult he thinks twice about buying his father even a small carton of whole milk. Written in a plain, straightforward manner and infused with wry humor, the stories switch effortlessly between lighthearted and somber tones. Set mainly in the U.S. and India, they cover a period of forty years.
From crashing his dad's car into a barbed-wire fence in India to rear-ending a swanky Mercedes half a world away, the thirty short stories in this memoir depict a restless immigrant who is always on the move. If ordering iced coffee in Singapore is a struggle, it pales in comparison with dining at a fine Thai restaurant in Vietnam, only to discover that he doesn't have enough money to pay for the meal. Be it by plane, car, or train, or a voyage of no return from teens to middle age, the author must often summon his wits to wriggle out of uncomfortable situations.
This book chronicles the exploits of a boy named Vinod, and paints a vivid picture of life in his community in early 1970s Pune, India. Often taunted for being a sissy, Vinod likes to wear a dot on his forehead and have henna painted on his hands. He plays with his friends Kedar, Nilima, and Sentil, who ostracize him at times for one reason or another. He is disappointed when Mr. Zante, an adult whom he reveres, tells him to stop indulging in his favorite pastime of killing ants. Vinod is convinced that a sparrow that visits his home understands him. His sneaky side is revealed soon after he has an epiphany while playing in a sandpile. While his parents, Hemant and Smita Saney, argue over which preschool to enroll him in, Smita balances her aspirations and disappointments, and yearns for something more than the mundane life of an ordinary housewife. Brilliantly evocative and infused with warmth and wry humor, the short stories from The Tiny World of Vinod Saney offer compelling portraits of adult and child perspectives, and provide a panoramic view of India's social landscape. This book is Ninad Jog's maiden work of fiction.
An elderly man picks up a gun that he stumbles upon, takes aim, and pulls the trigger. Little does he know that it belongs to his wife or that it is loaded. Meanwhile, his son has been crying himself hoarse praising the Second Amendment - the right to possess and bear arms. The elderly man is the author's father while his Second-Amendment-loving son is the author, Ninad Jog. A sequel of sorts to Ninny's Natter, the twenty-eight anecdotes in this memoir are based on incidents from Jog's life in the United States and India. They take the reader on an exuberant tour of his school years, family life, being gay, keeping fit, forgetting things, weddings, travel, and of course, guns.
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