MOVED: SLoWord.COM

  This blog has moved to its new home at http://www.SloWord.com.

The Play

As usual, The LastWord has applied to The SloMan to write a post to Make an Announcement. The SloMan, slow and infirm as he is, is obliged to oblige The LastWord, mostly because he, The LastWord, has obliged The SloMan by taking over the bulk of writings that this blog is obliged to present to…

The Path

The path to the future never did run straight I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate. The sun plays hide and seek between the trees Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees are busy with the business of their flowery date. I wonder at the meaning of the life I…

Salman Khan

The SloMan fought off the PeevedPunjabi's strident requests to write about this stupid actor and his trial for killing someone while driving drunk. Instead, it was given to Unclejee to write about this. Read that post here: https://unclejee.wordpress.com/2015/05/06/salman-khan/ Do let Unclejee know what you think, especially if you're a Salman Khan fan.

Happy Fifth Anniversary!

Today is, according to WordPress, and WordPress should know, the exact day 5 years ago when The SloMan signed up at WordPress and stared at the screen thinking "What is this blog thing and how do you go about blogging?" Since that day, 5 years ago, The SloMan has seen much activity. Over 2 years…

30 Years On the Rocks

  It has been a long time. Yet, it seems just like just the other day the Slo-Man was young, slim and gormless instead of what he is today, middle-aged, fat and gormless. This is one of those momentous posts that are now given to the Slo-Man to write. For this marks an anniversary. Thirty…

The Mercy of Strangers

The Race normally went to the Swifts. The Swifts were a family, a large, loose family. They hunted together and they kept it all within their own. Outsiders were never welcome. Family growth was based on word-of-mouth and secret initiation ceremonies. The Swifts dominated because they were speedy, agile and changeable with a sharp sense…

Terrible Two

Indeed! On this day in 2012, The Slo-Man and The LastWord came together in a merger of blogs, a melding of minds and turned this into a khichadi of a blog. The English Kedgeree takes it's name from the Indian melange of rice and lentils and adds a hodge-podge of fish, eggs and cream, turning…

Impending Autumn

Now is the season for death. A death that will bring life once again, but for that life we must die now. This is the season for love. A love that will take you further apart, but for that love, this love must die. The present is doomed. The past misunderstood. The future? The future…

Women’s Equality Day

As is customary on such formal occasions the responsibility for writing a commemorative post devolves upon The Slo-Man. August is a grand old month. Not only does the first whisper of cooler climes caress your cheek as you walk to work, but  August brings the first jackets, the last languorous look at lighted evenings before…