Tagged: social commentary

I kid, I kid…

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. They scare the bejeesus out of me. They really do. I wouldn’t say I am otherwise the bravest guy on this side of the planet, but I’m not that much of a coward either; and yet, I’m scared shitless of these...

Dowry, Mi? Pha!!

Recently, a lurking, irksome, nearly forgotten evil made its presence known, albeit in a slightly different form. It was an evil that I, and so many of my discerning friends, had blissfully considered long forgotten… an ugly memory of the past, buried under the thick fabric of time. We were...

Marriage-ment by Guessing Around

I just bought a brand new laptop. I don’t really know how it looks like, I don’t know the configuration, and I don’t really know how much it cost me. All I know is that I have indeed bought a laptop, and that my buddy, Nash, feels it was a...

Life in a faster lane…

There is no doubt about it. We live a fast world. We are obsessed with an overwhelming need to save time. We want fast cars, fast food, express freeways, accelerated growth plans, quick answers, speedy remedies, executive summaries, swift justice, express deliveries, snappy comebacks, instant messages, quick routes, minimal delays,...

A Rick-ety Experience

People write about a lot of different things. Some people write about nature, the environment, space, the cosmos, or even the classification of different types of bird shit (“No, John, it may LOOK like an ordinary crow. But if you taste it, you’ll see it belonged to the rare Lesser...

Boys don’t cry

Boys don’t cry. Nah. They may run into nasty boo boos and get mommy to kiss the wounds from time to time, but at least when they’re with their gang, boys do NOT cry. And men. They do not cry. Ever! Nope. They can’t cry. The tear glands are there for...

To baldly go where lots of men have gone before

I have my hair alright. I suppose I could delude myself that it’s always gonna be there, but only under the influence of REALLY powerful hallucinogens like LSD, mescaline, or Keith Richards. The truth, however, is in plain sight. I’m losing hair like ballot papers from Florida. Historically, hair loss...

A rick in time… is quite unheard of

The meek may inherit the earth, but the roads shall still belong to the auto driver. For those of you who are fortunate enough to not know what it is, an auto, a.k.a. an autorickshaw, or more lovably, a ‘rick’, is a three-wheeled taxi you find all around India, unless...

The Ups and Downs of Traffic Life …

I’m not really a travel fanatic. I’ve had to travel a lot of places due to my work, yes; and I cant say I haven’t enjoyed some of those trips… But I feel more at home when… well, when I’m at home. But the point is… I HAVE traveled a...

"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...

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