Tagged: anecdotes

Lunacy Inc.

No, it’s not really fair of me to tag it like that, but that’s the way I’ve always seen it. An unbridled, rampant, commercialized mass lunacy; an obsession spreading like butter on a skillet in hell. And I’m not talking about sudoku here. Putting on my philosopher’s hat for a...

Nip ‘n Tuck

I had the look of uttermost concentration. If I’d looked any more serious, I’d have looked constipated, and that wasn’t the look I was going for. Overall, I think I got it in balance – The raised eyebrow, the clenched jaw, the squinting eye, and the House M.D. theme running...

Way to go?

Can you believe it or what… My dad held back on me. Now stay with me on this. As some of you may have guessed, I am my dad’s son. (Nice work, Sherlock). This entitles me to a certain level of genetic inheritance as far as talent and capabilities are...

Rain, rain, go away…

That did it. It rained last night. It did. And you want to know what the big deal was? I was CARRYING MY UMBRELLA!! And no, it wasn’t one of those blissful times when I was resting comfortably inside while the rain pounded mercilessly on the outer crust of sturdy...

Mession Impossible

For a long time, I was living under the delusion that I was , if not a neatness freak, at least intolerant of living in dumpsters. But looking at the mess I leave behind in every room I could lay my hands on, I have to face the ugly truth…...

Yet Another Wedding Narrative

Wedding bells chimed… metaphorically, of course. Crowds cheered, drinks emptied, cameras clicked, and speeches given. Another joyous occasion. And no, I am still safe, sound, and blissfully single. The wedding was of my prodigious cousin, Roshan Francis, and my multi-talented friend, Ashika Sharma. Wrongly rumored to be next in line,...

Movers and Rakers

I’m moving. Yes, moving… shifting house… migrating… changing horses … jumping ship… altering my housing supplier. Some of you may be thinking of jumping up and down in joyous exuberance, while others might be crying deep within. While I protest more vehemently towards the first group, BOTH reactions are quite...

Topsy Turvy Tips for the Tipsy…

It’s not everyone who can hold a drink. And no, I’m not talking about the fading art of balancing the wine glass. I was talking about the less literal, more common, and definitely more fun ritual most of our town toast to. Some people have iron, rust-proof chambers in their...

The Mush That Binds

Regular readers of this site would know of the cold war and subsequent status quo between Hamish and his relatives over the quest for marital bliss. For those who came in late, I am at a stage in life where I put up trenches and shout “hold your fort” to...

Hamish v/s The Rain God

It’s really been no mystery… He’s had it in for me ever since the puddle I slipped in during high school. He has been a nameless foe fighting from afar, laughing in my face for I-don’t-know-how-long, but this is the first time I am documenting one of our fights. And...

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