Tagged: fun

Stop! In the name of the law!

Stop me if I’ve told you this before… Actually, I don’t know how in blazes you’re going to stop me. I mean… It’s not like you can set time back to when I started on this article, trace me to where I was sitting, and yank off my keyboard. No....

La Chamelion

“Ok. Stop that.” “Huh? Stop what?” I turned around. I was thrown off course there. Here I was accompanying mom for her appointment with the doctor. We’d just got in the hospital, and had done no more than walk up to the reception. I know I can be irritating at...

Trippin’

History repeats itself. And around here, we create our own history. For people who are not used to how my parental household works, I’d be shirking my duties as an author if I don’t outline the rituals at home. For my part, my own personal routine is simple in it’s...

A Brief Madness

I was getting bored out of my considerably large shell this weekend, when life suddenly jumped up and slapped me right across the face screaming “How in BLAZES can you be bored? Take a look around, dammit. Take a look around!”. I can tell you it wasn’t a pleasant experience....

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....

Mix-n-Mash

Not altogether unlike Dan Brown’s Silas, I decided to torture myself last night. But there were differences in approach, however. For one thing, I didn’t decide on this because I thought I was a sinner. Who am I to decide on the punishment for my sins? If that decision were...

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...

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