Tagged: french

Je m’appelle Part Deux

I couldn’t believe it. It simply refused to register… The lobby was air conditioned. And I don’t mean they had slots on the walls for ACs. They had actual air conditioners. Working ones. The lobby was clean, the lines orderly, and even the glass planes looked like they got washed...

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,...

A cause-effect analysis

Yesterday was a bad day. Little demons with big pointy sticks poked the insides of my skull; Tiny clones of Himesh Reshammiya sat next to my eardrums and shrieked at the top of his irksome nasal voice; my old economics professor popped up like an inebriated jack-in-the-box every time I...

My Purpose In Life…

People come to me incessantly, asking about my purpose in life… And if you think it is OK for people to come to you incessantly for something, you obviously have never had people come to you incessantly. And when they start grilling you on the purpose of your life, their...

"Waiter, There’s Chicken in My Soup"

“Eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!” Alarmed Lady: “Waiter, there’s chicken in my soup!!! Eeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!” (The room goes silent. Enter stage left, the hotel manager , puffing and panting….) Manager: “Please stop shrieking, madam. This is a reputed hotel. What you are saying is quite impossible.” A.L.: “But look at this… (she points at her...

Je m’appelle Hamish

Yes, that’s right. It’s French. And it means “I’m called Hamish”. The French use that expression for revealing who they are instead of its popular counterpart in English which goes “My name is Hamish”. This apparently makes more sense to the deserving French community, because, let’s face it…. How many...

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