Beyond the long unruly locks of hair lies a highly-evolved, fully-functional amazingly-creative human being. The next onnicle comes from Shreyon Moniz, the sweet well-behaved guy next door who suddenly transforms into a possessed, head-banging maniac when you hand him a guitar. No points for guessing what his onnicle is all about.
10 of the greatest guitarists of all time (according to Rolling Stones)
If you can identify all of them, submit your answer as a comment to this post. Alternatively, send an email with the list of names to:onnicles [at] gmail [dot] com
“Life on the edge of a precipice”
When I left Panjim, my family bid me goodbye at the doorstep. Henry, my son, was 6 years old. He was a big fan of Mickey Mouse. My house was in front of the sealink where I saw rays of the morning sun each day without fail! I used to take my dog for a walk and on the way back I used to gulp down a franky from a bakery nearby. My mom used to stitch white Kurtas for a living. She was a big fan of Abacus till she became old. My brother Neil was a consultant for McKinsey & Co, Bain & Co and now for Ernst & Young. Back then, he was the first guy to own a pager downtown.
I boarded an evening flight which got hijacked within 15 minutes of departure. One of the terrorists had to zap passengers to intimidate them. These terrorists, unabashed, die and kill if provoked. Seven injured people were extricated and taken in a van to the hospital. The chief air marshal entered and killed all the terrorists. Those were the scenes from a fatal tragedy. I’m happy to be alive and telling all this.