tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90550462025-06-11T12:25:19.110+05:30It takes a heap of sense to write good nonsense - Mark TwainAChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07450204914976492906noreply@blogger.comBlogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9055046.post-72726458966860098542011-11-21T10:24:00.004+05:302011-11-21T10:28:23.537+05:30

He ran a loving hand over his stubble, contemplating his time-honoured rule: no shaving on vacations and weekends. Social events were no exception.And yet, there was a chance he might meet her. In fact, on second thought, it was highly likely that she would be there.She of the flawless skin, that heavenly hair, that cute little nose and that incredible smile that lit up her luminous eyes.She of

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I'm sitting in the verandah at my grandmother's house, immersed in my laptop as I try to get some work done. Coffee on my right, music in my ears, smartphone on my left.The neighbour's kids drop by, inquisitively checking me out as young kids are wont to do. The boy is ten, the girl five.We share a shy hello, wide smiles and not much more, given the language barrier (they speak Kannada, I don't)

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I was recently talking to a friend who was convinced she had found someone who was 'The One' for her. [Enter lazy, cliched Matrix pun here]I see this concept of 'The One' in popular culture as a highly Western concept. Made super-ironic by the fact that so many people there who remarry in the course of their lifetimes. I guess it's not so much 'The One' as 'The One at the Moment, until a better

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Well, that's one more place checked off my travel wishlist.Hello there, Everest.

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I have three TamBrahm friends getting married in the near future. All male. And all of them have planned, in addition to the usual wedding preparations, to tone up so as to not embarass themselves when in half-naked glory on D-Day.Without further ado, then, here is my latest bit of extremely scientific analysis:

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(Note: features some literal translation from Tamil)On a visit home recently...Aged Relative (AR): Vaada, va. How are you? Are you eating properly?Me: Yes, don't worry, I'm eating properlyAR: How is work?Me: Yes, yes. Work is going. How are you? Are you without ailment?AR: Something, I exist. When are you going to get married?Me (sighing): We'll see, paati, there's timeAR: What, pa. Simply don't

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Renowned Bollywood lyricist Sameer staggered through the vaulted archway of his study. He lunged for the nearest piece of furniture - a rather hideous chair with purple suede upholstery. Grabbing its arm, the fifty-year-old man heaved himself towards his desk, falling just short. The parquet floor shook. Far off, the last of his guest's cars gunned to life and was driven away. The lyricist lay a

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So after months of fighting my inherent anti-technology and anti-social nature, I'm on Twitter. Though how I’ll adapt to 140 characters, I d Dammit, it’s going to be tough going for a verbose chap like me. I anticipate quite a challenge fitting everything I want to say and/or shar Ah, screw it. @arvindcac, for anyone who cares. (Is that how one uses the ‘@’?) #outofmydepth

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(I have a lot of stuff I want to write about, but I'm feeling too lazy to do it. Silly strips are an easy cop out. Oh well.)

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KakaMan continues to right the wrongs of the world... (check out his previous appearance here).[If the image doesn't load properly, you can view it here.]

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He worked almost mechanically, his mind numbed by shock and sorrow but his body moving to a practiced rhythm. He lined up all his ingredients. A large group had requested the Chef's special, and he was expected to deliver. Eight years as Head Chef, he had never failed. And he wasn't about to start now, whatever his inner turmoil. The saucepan clanked against the stove, the oil stopper

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I have written earlier about death, where I stated that I'd like to die now rather than of old age at the end of the natural life cycle.Recently, I had occasion to think once again about death as a concept and dying as an act, whether by accident or premeditated. Given that I have to die someday, I felt it would an instructive, interesting and fun exercise to run through some of the different

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"She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me. She loves me! Woohoo!"The young man, barely out of his teens, hugged the florist."She loves me!"He skipped off into the street, a happy tune on his lips.The

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[If the image doesn't load properly, you can view it here.]

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If only you’d kept your head about you whenEverything collapsed and the fault was yours;If you had trusted her above yourself,Addressed her doubts instead of closing doors;If only you’d waited for her to explainAnd not dismissed all she said as lies;Thought hateful thoughts each night you’d lainApart, forced silence and averted eyes;If only you’d cared for her dreams, shared her pride;Put aside

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Source: Ryan Selvy's Tumblr: Step into the shoes...Copyright: Ryan Selvy

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My friend FiFo is one of the most interesting guys I know. He's extremely well read and informed, has immense personal drive and ambition, displays an inspiring capacity for hard work, faces the world with admirably stoic calm and humours all the madness and insanity the rest of us throw at him.One of the things I've come to admire about him is his willingness to travel, often by himself, to

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The Australian Formula One Grand Prix 2010.The wild, thronging crowds, flooding the track post-race.Seas of Ferrari, British, Italian, Finnish flags.And, through the masses of people, a sight that gladdened my heart.

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I say only two thumbs up because I would have loved to give it more, but am sadly constrained by the fact that I am not Hrithik Roshan.Harishchandrachi Factory, a Marathi movie, was India's official entry to the Academy Awards in 2009. It tells the tale of Dadasaheb Phalke and how he went about making the first Indian feature film - Raja Harishchandra - in 1913, thereby setting the foundations

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There are several things I do not like about flying in the USA. My recent trip only served to strengthen my views on this. The aircraft are old. In-flight service is pathetic. Customer service is a disservice to society. Airline employees are often curt and rude. And security is a bloody nightmare.I completely understand why the USA is paranoid about security. It's their sovereign right to impose

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Not a very good one, apparently. A cheery bhangra is more in order, perhaps.

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Henri Leconte - former World No. 5 and French Open finalist in 1988 - was one of the commentators at the Australian Open last night. He was on during the match between Jo Wilfred Tsonga (Fra) and Nicloas Almagro (Esp).I found his performance... Gallic, for lack of a better word.A highly excited and emotional bit of commentating, with an unabashed bias towards the Frenchman. Some gems:"I'm sorry

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