The Blah Blahs and the Yada Yadas

A cellular phone is more or less the norm for the people of today. You can’t throw a brick around Bangalore without knocking off somebody’s cellphone, crushing the teeny lil thing and eventually getting sued for a helluvalotta money. It is the cultural norm and a workplace necessity; the default gadget of popular askance. When [...]

She was picking up the groceries from the forward rack. Her back was turned against me. It was night time, and the store was more or less deserted. It was, as Elmer would say, vely vely quiet. And she had no idea I was sneaking up on her. This was the perfect opportunity. And so, [...]

Ok, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I think I’ll do it. I’m going to trust you with a secret. But shh… not a word to anyone. Like I just said… It’s a secret. It’s a teeny tiny incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t told a soul. And I haven’t [...]

Hamish Joy is a man of few words, but thankfully (or thanknotsofully, depending on how you view it), he can REALLY stretch those few words to make up one full page. He currently works (?) in Hansa Research, Bangalore, as a Qualitative market researcher. Little can be explained about this position, except [...]

“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 soup bowl) What do you have to say [...]