Tagged: fat

Dissolved resolves

What exactly is new, and when does it stop becoming new? I’d say that depends on the item under question, and how long it can be used. If it’s a soda that’d go flat after the first few minutes of opening the bottle, it could only be called new until...

Blabbing on flab

Friends and other acquaintances know some of the defining qualities of Hamish Joy. If you show them a photo of me hard at work, or of me passing by a buffet line, they would not waste an instant before proclaiming that it is a fake Photoshopped lie brought to you...

No time to waist

The war is back on. Tough times up ahead, but it’s on. And this time, it’s personal… Well, technically, it has always been personal. Internal fights with your own body are usually personal by definition. It’s how it works. But let’s not get hung on semantics here… What’s important is...

Doing the rounds

Writing can be quite unpredictable. When I start to write something, for example, I’m not always sure of how it might turn out to be. Sometimes, I’ll start on an idea that I believe might be a serious no-nonsense critique of  mismanaged traffic system in Bangalore city, and halfway through...

Foodie dude

The Hammy persona is on a steady growth pattern. Now I wish I was talking about my career… or my knowledge… or my prowess at the guitar… or at least my hair. Unfortunately, the steady growth pattern I’m talking about is for the Hammy waistline. This phenomenon has been in...

Party In The Sixties

Let’s give it to my dad, the world’s youngest sexagenarian. This Saturday, my dad celebrated 60 years of energetic existance, with a party of thirty in close tow. His siblings and their extended family zeroed in on the center stage, our home back in Cochin. It was a grand gala....

Adios, Hammy Goes?

Things change. They do. And the damned things keep changing all the time. Just when you think you’re getting the hang of things, there they go changing all over again!! A damn nuisance, I tell ya. I understand there are lots of people who actually embrace change. I’m not one...

The Sicker Sucker

I’ve HAD it! It’s a goddamn antediluvian conspiracy. And I’m not talking about the conspiracy to get me to use ‘antediluvian’ in the wrong context. I’m talking about something bigger. Bigger, meaner and revolving around a common target… meeee. Granted, I spend most of my time in Bangalore feverishly avoiding...

Tagged

I got tagged by Amooma. Online Tag is a curious ball game. It’s a mix of the childhood games Tag and Follow The Leader. You get tagged, you gotta do what the tagger has done… which usually means answering some questions and filling some lists found on the tagger’s blog....

Everyone v/s Everybody else: The Final Showdown

In my last article, I had said I’d be adopting the demented brain structure of the Hollywood idiot who decided to make a movie by combining movie franchises, a la Alien v/s Predator. I wasn’t quite serious about it at the time, but the more I look into the empty...

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