tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73422592011-12-15T08:19:37.946+05:30If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.Rohithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07885041172692414578noreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7342259.post-3380057719856969182008-08-03T17:14:00.002+05:302008-08-03T17:19:26.954+05:30

I'm back.It's hard to believe that I have been away for so long. So many things have changed yet how they remain the same. A shining example of this remains to be Ekkkkkkkkta Kaput's sitcoms. It really doesn't matter how many 'twenty year' leaps they take, the movie stars the characters still talk about are SRK, Hrithik Roshan and Aamir. Talk about a time-wrap.

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Story I: happy at lastGave up drinking?No.Then?Wife.Story II: Was that so hard, Mr. Freud?He saw her and got one.In other news, I'd been busy scouting for jobs. That didn't work out well at all. Leaving that, I've had some poetry published online with more coming out pretty soon.Links:ElimaeAndwerveedifice WRECKEDForthcoming in:elimaeGUDWild ChildThe Deepening

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Anything wrong, pilot?Yes.What?Vertigo.

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Sleep is such a marvelous thing, isn’t it? Especially when you are stuck in travel. I can see you nodding so I’ll take it as a yes.Oh, what’s that? You are nodding, yes, but nodding off to sleep. I get that because you are slithering your head all over my back like a bad rash. And if that isn’t bad enough, you also seem to be a dribbler.What is a dribbler, you ask.Well, a dribbler is almost like

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Why is Gmail is still counting? I mean how insecure is Google? 2000 MB, 2200 MB, 2500 MB…Are people impressed with it yet? Oh, 2800 MB; okay I’ll open an account. But we can’t. Gmail is still invite only. It’s like telling people that you have 1000 playmates in your apartment and then counting to them each bikini as proof. Sooner or later, they will get tired of it and will want it. But if they

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June 2060: We have even lost Andaman now. Our Army, led by the Head Chef, had no answers to the expert stick-wielding tactics used by the Jarowa tribes. It was the turn of the SBC (Strangely Backward Classes) to lead the Army and he was the only representative of that class in the Army. Our Army, it is heard, threw potatoes and artichokes at the aggressive Jarowa tribesmen. The Jarowa tribes are

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From an email I got:An excerpt from Emcee's diary exactly 50 years from now:Ahmedabad, 30 April 2056: I attended the bash at the IIM-OBC Alumni Association to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the reservation of seats for OBCs (Other Backward Castes) in IIMs. Since I'm not an OBC, I was not supposed to attend, but at present, we MBFCs (Moderately Backward Forward Castes) together with the

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I lay drenched in summer’s sighon a bed that makes me seem likea beetle in jungle foliage as I watchthe dark descend through dusk’sarousal and then I hear you enter,breathe you whole beforemy lungs constrict, as if searching for air through vaccum,my arms go leaden, like rigor,my legs entwine, like Jesus,my ears numb, as if stuffed with cotton,and my eyelids glue as one.You flick on the switch,

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Repost of an earlier blog; retouched slightly.She refused to answer my question even as the slow local pulled in towards the station, half-mired in shade and half in the glow of the setting sun. Hundreds of commuters thronged towards it as if it was their ticket to heaven. Passengers in the train held onto their seats for dear life till the train stopped completely. Some foolish, albeit brave,

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Carmelle sighed, easing back from the letter while setting her pen on the table. She rubbed her temples and looked towards the window. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against the windowpane dispelled the quiet within the room. Her eyes followed the raindrops, which were washing away the grime from the window. If only it were so easy, she thought. The storm had knocked out the power and the

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Inanimate LifeThe plate devoured the muffins at the same time the coffee machine jumped on the server.“Writing can be terrible sometimes,” the diner said. “Having no ideas to fall back on is the bane of a writer.” The tea-cup was munching on his daily newspaper while he stared at the street outside.“There needs to be that spark which will ignite the author’s mind,” he continued. The ceiling

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Every morn I wakeand in herI scentyou: hazel eyes, for we didn't meet to trade names in the car I'd driven in circles, at Skin Avenue, before I drove, in circles, through you;and I thinkto myselfthat, from now on,I should takethe bus backhome.

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Floods hit major cities of India. Bombay receives over 900 mm of rain in a single day. Politicians, in an unprecedented act, start using the word ‘unprecedented’. Chennai bears the brunt of major cyclones and in a major act of charity; Chief Minister Jayalalitha donates most of her wardrobe and is able to clothe women of Tamil Nadu single-handedly.Hurricane Katrina strikes the U.S of A. President

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There are many things that I notice but would rather not admit to.For example, in the boys’ room, guys have to stare down stone-faced while peeing. I don’t know why but that’s how it is. I think, at some level, guys are still in shock that they have something as wonderful as a penis. So they are afraid it may fall and flow down the yellow river which makes them hold on to it like a jockey in the

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I'll update the blog as soon as I'm done with exams like CAT, IIFT etc. In the meantime, I've started another blog, a cricket-centric one, which can be found at:India On My MindTill December, friends!

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“Doesn’t the grass look strange?” Ma asked from her wheelchair. She always did that. She would ask me about the strange grass and then keep quiet. Today was no different. But I kept looking. There I was, looking at the grass in the garden. The garden was full of it so no matter where I looked, I had grass in my eyes.“Which grass, Ma?” I asked, as it was the norm. She would stare but she wouldn’t

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I have no idea why we needed to have a talent search for a laughter champion when we have the BCCI championing the cause.Whenever the BBCI want to get something done, be it telecast rights or the right to cast, it seems to end up in the legal domain. I’ve heard rumors of the SC setting up a hotline with the BCCI so that the matters could be fast-tracked. The SC is also thinking of testing their

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In India, people say 'Bacche bahgwan ke roop hote hain' (kids are like God)In Japan, people say 'Bacche shaitan ke rrop hote hain' (yadi yadi yada Devil)Why do I say that? Read on. Even if you don't want to know why, read on.If movies like ‘Ringu’ and ‘Ju-on: The Grudge’ are any indications of Japanese culture, I would have to say that they hate kids and love long hair.Both the movies have kids

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My blood talks.Yes, it does.It talks when hungry. It gets hungry often. The feeling is surreal at first. It whispers then. But when it talks, it's like bugs.Yes, bugs.It gnaws at my skin with sharp teeth. It’s got that rhythm. I want to touch it, curse it, scratch it. Talk to it.So when it gets hungry, I talk to it. More so, my nails talk to it. It's talking now. Because of her. I curse her.Yes,

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“Two minutes and forty," his coach said. The boy was busy breathing so he said nothing.“Two minutes and forty,” the coach said again. He handed the boy a towel and a drink.“Is it good?” the boy asked, wiping away the sweat.“It’s fast.”The boy drank.~*~*~*~*~“I don’t want custody,” his mother said. The boy was going to bed when he heard this.“So you'll dump him on me?”“If you'd been smart in the

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Jared was lying on the picnic sheet, which was replete with stains of the past. There was a gentle breeze blowing across the ocean, spraying grains of sand over his wrinkled but tanned body. The wind tousled his ginger-red hair, strands of which stuck to his forehead while a few fell over the sunglasses. Others felt that Jared was fast asleep but only a few knew that sleep didn’t come easily to

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Some of my recent posts are being sent out to various publications. Hence the lack of updates.I'll keep you guys updated.

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"Are you ready?" asked Leo as he stowed away the baseball bat into his bag. His eyes, which were startlingly blue and flecked with green, remained hidden under the cap. It is often said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and with Leo, it was quite true. Which is why I was so afraid of looking into his eyes right now. Moments before, a complete stranger had stared back at me through those

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“I’m scared, Mommy.”“Of what, sweety?”“ There are things beyond my close-““Not that again, honey.”“But I saw them!”“Are you sure it wasn’t just a bad dream?”“Yes, Mommy. I heard noises from the closet like always. I was scared but I opened the door-”“You’re such a brave boy! Let’s tuck you in again.”“But I’m still scared, Mommy. I saw faces in the closet and I think there might be-““For the last

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I could see her looking at me from the corner of her eyes. I pretended not to notice and continued munching on the cake. The cake was laced with cream and a spattering of chocolate covered the sweet pastry base. It tasted even more delicious than it looked. I can bet that the doctor wouldn't be pleased with the cholesterol count or me. Which made the slice even more ravishing.I spotted an old

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Reyes flicked the butt into the night watching the glowing trail disappear into a puddle of water. He checked on his watch and swore under his breath as the cold trickle of rain seeped down his neck. The awning under which he stood offered scant protection from particularly persistent drizzle.Where the fuck is he, wondered Reyes. He was sure that he had seen the same street in his vision and his

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"Who do you think took it?""It could be anyone.""That isn't very helpful, you know.""It could be you.""You have a point but I didn't take it.""Neither did I.""Alright, that rules out the two of us. Who else do you think was interested in the condom?""Dad?""He must have been because we sort of stole it from him but it-""I think it would be better if you put it as "borrowed" it.""I can imagine his

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For Sale: Baby shoes, never used.Shortest story ever?

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The One Ring = Sauron's horcrux?Is this where the inspiration came from? Splitting the soul; having died but the soul survived.

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Renoir Broggart stared hard at the canvas and then took a swig of whisky. His face contorted rather comically as he attempted to gulp down all of it at one go but he ended up snorting out most of it. His freshly dyed moustache, which had taken in more of the drink that his parched throat, seemed rather nonplussed with the result and blanched appropriately."I don't know how Gogh put up with this

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He spat on the road and cursed the weather. The clouds spat back and tried to drench him furthermore. Dirty water slushed past his legs and his own spit was brought back to him as he stood under the confines of the flooded bus stop.He looked at his watch and cursed somemore. He was running late for the party.Where is the goddamn bus? he shrieked, startling the young man standing next to him. He

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I discriminate.Alright, that's not entirely true though I am not disputing the fact that it could be false either. But as a kid, I always had a grudge against 'em crows. Yes, they did shit on me more than statistically probable but so did my lil' niece but I never did hold it against her. I adore her and still do. In fact, I gift her Barbie on her birthdays. This year I sent her Barbie's head and

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If a movie were to be made on my life, I would be cast in as an extra.

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I'll be away for a few days; till then.During sex, my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.Its been a rough day. I got up this morning; put on a shirt and a button fell off. I picked up my briefcase and the handle came off. Now I'm afraid to go to the bathroom.My uncle's dying wish was to have me sitting in his lap; he was in the electric

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Like Lothario, I had evaded the tags succesfully but I am grateful that it is a book-oriented tag.Total number of books I own - Let's just stop at a "miniature crosswords".The last book I bought - It's a book called "Making Love - A Conspiracy of Hearts" by Marius Brill. Don't let the title dissuade you; it's a little gem.Last book I read - David Baldacci's "Split Second". I read this one after

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Can you write a story in 50 words?1. DripDrip. Drip.I can't find any sleep, not with this ruckus.Drip. Drip.Beep.Them bloody machines.Drip. DripBeep.I have to get out.Drip. Drr…Beeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp.Can’t stand this noise.“Doctor, the patient is flat-lining…”Not for much longer.~*~*~*~Frantic activity.~*~*~*~Where am I?Drip. Drip.Not again!2. Shooting Star“I saw a shooting star today, Ma,” said

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The smoke rises,hail of metal,collapsed quarters,resurrected spirits.In this world of hate and anger,the sun shines like an enraged king,the wind wails like a grieving mother,the rain drowns cries for help,the blood flows thicker than water.The birds rise before his eyes,he throws his savaged soul like an empty bowl,which echoes with silence,the beggar who chose to play dumb,walks down the road

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*IV- Inner VoiceIV: "Ask her out."Me: "Wha? Ohh, it's you again."IV: "Yup, it's me alright. The one with the balls; the one with the answers."Me: "You are so full of yourself for an IV, you know that?"IV: "Thanks for the compliment. Ask her out."Me: "I'm not going to ask her out!"IV: "C'mon man, look at her-"Me: "Yeah, she is a nice girl and-"IV: "Screw that bit; just look at the ass; is that

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Manish's face glistened with sweat as he peered over Subodh Chautala's body. His eyes narrowed in trepidation as it met with that of his mentor's. Rakesh's menacing black eyes bored into the confidence of Manish's and with the perceptible nod of his head, he handed Manish the blade. Manish's hand quavered under the enormity of the situation."I don't think I can do this," whispered Manish as his

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Even at the young age of over 600+, Dumbledore seems to have maintained his animagistic sexdrive. His secret?Look down in concentration and chant "Wingardium Leviosa" over and over again.The last time this was done, it was right up Harry's alley.

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The Employee Handbook 2004 2005SICK DAYS: We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.SURGERY: Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all your organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have something removed constitutes a breach of

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Bush: What’s this about the Quran?Donald: What about it, George?Bush: I heard that it was desse… dessa… dessi…; well, I heard that it was peed upon.Donald: Not exactly, George. Some droplets of urine splattered on it from the vent.Bush: Tell the soldier that the next time he misses it, he’s going to get more than a just a rap on his knuckles. And issue an apology; placate those queer Arabs.Donald

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Part I“You can’t get her to sleep with you.”“Kya yaar, you have known be for so long and still you doubt me,” said Aryan, clutching at his chest as if he were mortally wounded. Praful punched his arm playfully as a shock of raven black hair fell across his face.“I have a feeling that he is right this time around, Aryan,” confirmed Debashish as he studied the two of them with a bookish smile.“Et

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A Short StoryRushabh sat down on the rickety chair as tiny rivulets of sweat streamed down his face. The wooden chair groaned and swayed in protest, threatening to dislodge him with artful disdain. He shifted his weight to the side bearing the stronger legs and let out a sigh. The empty pail of paint rattled against the wooden frame.The chair merely groaned.He stared at his motel, which so direly

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Another archived post; have fun."It wouldn't take me more than a few minutes," I tell Dan as I head towards the restroom."Better make it quick, Nancy. You know how the boss feels about slackers," he yells out before I can make it into the restroom.I know how the boss feels about slackers ; but he would have to wait for now.I had to fix certain needs of mine before the meeting started.~*~*~*~I

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I saw her for the first time on this train. She was by the gangway, looking as cute as she was apprehensive. Her dainty feet took tentative steps, which brought her closer to where I was while her eyes sought out for familiarity. I could sense that this was her first time so I beckoned her over. Her lips, which had been twitching with nervousness a second back, burst into a radiant smile that

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A short story"Tonight's the night," said Rajesh to Vikram as he bit into his sandwich. Vikram had been looking palpably distressed ever since Rajesh had hatched the plan and by the looks of it, Vikram might have been happier donating both his kidneys and live the rest of his life on a dialysis machine rather than to go through with the plan."Don't tell me that you are having second thoughts about

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I shut the door quietly with an uncertain resolve. Mom had just gone to bed while Dad was busy watching the television. The moment that I had been waiting for all day long had finally arrived.I turned towards the monitor and switched it on. The screen flickered into life as it flooded the relatively dark room with its bright rays. I turned down the volume rather hastily lest it alerted either of

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Mine happens to be Procrastination. More on that later.

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Rotter has got a complaint to make so he goes to Bumblebore's office*knock knock*Bumblebore: Come in.Rotter walks inBumblebore: I should have known it would be you, scarface.Rotter: I would avoid the name-calling, sir.Bumblebore: So you would, jungleweed. But I'm the supreme authority over here and I shall do as I please, scarface.Rotter: Very well. But I should let the 'supreme authority' know

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He stared at the blank page and the blank page stared back at him. Neither of them liked what they were looking at but they continued to stare at each other, transfixed.He was a writer although people who had read his works begged to differ. For him, the worst kind of a nightmare was a blank page though others told him that a blank page could symbolize a womb where words were waiting to come

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He held her hand tenderly as they waltzed across the busy road. She cringed at the epithets they were being christened with but he was oblivious to them. To him, the world began and ended with her; which was true considering the world was round.To him, she was like the morning sky being painted with the golden hues of the rising sun; her beauty grew by the minute threatening to blind him if he

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Trring Trring*Click*"Not at home I am; leave a message you will; prank call if this is, roast your weenie I will." Me: *wheeze* Whrrr*Click*Yoda (alert): Darth vader it is?Me: *wheeze*Yoda: Speak you must or else kick butt I will.Me: Chill out, Yods. It's me, Rohit.Yoda: Rohit it is?Me: Yeah; the guy from Earth; you know, from where you got all the CD's from.Yoda: Ahh yes, remember I do. The

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The alley was all but dead save for the vagrant who had made it his home. It was well past midnight and the rats were out in full strength. The alley was gobbled up by dilapidated apartment buildings on either side and a towering wall checked its progress. A car pulled up in the alley, startling the man. The man pulled up his blanket and stared at the car. If the lights were to have fallen on the

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This was supposed to be a writing challenge and 'twas to be about 250 words. I think I might have exceeded the word limit infinitesimally...Luckily, there had been someone to help them.Rhea and Aryan were newlyweds and had decided to go on a road trip across the country. Of course, they had been busy exploring contours other than that of the country around them but they put it down as

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"Not so easily," her voice thunders from within the confines of the laboratory.Ashish's march into the laboratory is cut short right by the doorway.He stands still and looks inquiringly at the professor who had the gall to deny him entry into the laboratory.The class watches silently as the professor glares at Ashish with distaste.In an odd twist of fate, her voice was everything that she

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Trring Trring*Click*"I'm away scaring the bejesus out of people so please leave your..."Whrrrr"Ohhhhhh....ahhhhh....yes...faster....""Dammit; we are on the speaker phone again! Keep your voice down!"*Click**Click*The Devil (slurry voice): "Hell-o; Hell-o...."Me: "In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost....."The Devil: "What the...."Me: "The power of Christ compels you; the

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Have you ever had a toilet scrub shoved up your nose while it's still wet; you can actually feel the bowl juice run down your face.Well, I would hardly call it juice but then again, I do not know where your tastes lie.Yes, I agree that it is quite an horrendous experience; scares me shitless, if you will.But still, have you ever had such an experience?No?Are you quite certain?If you still insist

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Read Part I before proceeding to part II:"You told her what?!?" Raj said disbelievingly."That I was dead broke and hungry and thought she might want to buy me dinner," I repeated again, each word killing me a thousand times."Let me get this straight; you had a thing for this chick for, what, two months; you then grow some balls and ask her out for dinner; you then go on to insinuate that what she

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Previously on Internal Dialogues "Should I or shouldn't I; should I or shouldn't I; should I or shouldn't I""What's up, dickhead?""What the...""It's me again; your innervice.""Innervice?!?""I meant innervoice; it's called a freudian slip.""I figured as much.""If you can figure as much, why the hell did you have to ask me about it, peabrain?""Aren't you forgetting the little pact we had before;

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Before going on to part deux, check out part I, of which this is a continuation:Making it in Mumbai City - IGetting AroundMoving about Mumbai is quite simple.You can ride on the train, the bus, the cabs and the rickshaws; ensure that you don't get taken for a ride when on a cab or a rickshaw.When in the suburbs, the rickshaws can be the vehicle of choice for tourists.Travelling to areas within

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For the uneducated; Mumbai is a city on the west coast of India.It's one of the best and also one of the worst.This write-up is to help tourists make a well-rounded opinion about this beautiful city.The fact that this write-up has been outsourced to Illinois has no bearing on the points being made henceforth.Stop outsourcing to India.It's a wonderful place; really!Getting hereThere are three ways

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"So why did you ask me out?" Her eyes were on me as she asked me that question.I was staring at the ceiling as if it held within its self the essence of the Sistine chapel.A spider darted across the ceiling as if to suggest that I had intruded upon its privacy. The jukebox moaned out a classic which was hardly discernable over the chatter of the daily crowd.I had a stinking suspicion that the

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It hadn't been a good day; the pop quiz we had was shitty and the Professor even more shitty.The bell went off; reviving, in all of us, the part that was humane.Ninad, Tony and me grabbed our books and headed off towards the water cooler.The three of us were discussing about how we were going to assassinate our professors when some seniors ran past us laughing like crazy."This is us two years

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"Friggin hell; it's so boring here.""You can say that again.""Huh... who said that?""God""God?""Yup; you got a problem with that, boy?""....""Speak up, will ya?""So you are really God?""Yes, you dodo; I'm God;kneel down before me or else I shall have to smite you through your balls.""Wow, for a God, you are awfully crude.""Ohhhh man, so you really are THAT dumb."" 'cuse me?""I ain't no friggin

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"Chocolate or vanilla?", he asks.The midday sun belts down on us and here he is, asking me which flavor of a cigar I would like.What makes it even more ironic is that I don't smoke.I look at Debo, incredulous, and tell him "What the fuck do I care?Vanilla, chocolate or shit-flavored, it's your choice.""Hmmmm, but then the smoke should be the flavor you like", he says."You're trippin already, man.

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Near the entrance of the Church:"He who doesn't live with Hope is already dead"Scribbled beneath:"Who is Hope,where does she live and what is her home number?"

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A smallish room; well-furbished with teak furniture.The blinds on the window choke the streaming sunrays with startling efficiency.The fan whirrs with a quiet ferocity while a lone bulb engulfs the room with a ravenous appetite.The bulb throws light over a poster of Baywatch babes which reads, oddly enough, as "Feeling cocky yet?"Water glistens over the coaster as tiny beads of condensation

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KochiWon the toss, things might turn around... darn, Sachin's out.Be back in a few.Lasted one ball; only thing to around was me; back to the pavillion.Fuckin ball keeps following me; I nearly got socked by a pullshot off Butt.He nearly made me the butt of all jokes.Won the match; next match will be mine!VizagWon the toss again; things are looking up.This match...; darn, Sachin's out again.I'm

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That's strange, I thought to myself.I was feeling a little woozy; a little out of breath.I became more acutely aware of my surroundings as the noose tightened around my neck.I could feel the bile rushing into my mouth; it lashed against my teeth as waves do against wavebreakers.Torrents of bile sloshed along my tongue; it felt bitter than ever.The hands eased itself around my neck; it's vice-like

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Soft, mellifulous music fills up your ear as you let your guard down temporarily.Just as you are about to nod off, a damnsel jiggles her booty onscreen.Your interest is piqued but immediately destroyed as the song tortures you with lyrics written to entertain hyenas; she peels off her clothes like you would to orange for your breakfast; with absolute disinterest.The damnsel gyrates around the, by

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An eerie quiet enveloped me as I became painfully aware of the situation I was in.A faint breeze nuzzled against my cheek but even this seemed hostile to me, given the predicament I was in.I stood there, in the middle of a battlefield, looking as lost as baby in a topless bar.I had nothing to protect myself with save a piece of wood.Time stopped for a while and all I heard was the wailing

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The evening breeze wrapped itself around my face as me and my friends wandered around in Colaba.Colaba is what many call downtown Bombay; Bombaywallahs simply call it as "town".To be more honest, it's the snobbish town folks who refer to it as "town"; for the others, it's still Colaba.But, it's the only part of the city which has had some planning; sidewalks exist, roads are consistently

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Trring TrringClickAmitabh: Hullo? *slurred voice*Me: Is this Amitabh Bachchan?Amitabh: Yes, this is he.Me: Are you sure?Amitabh: Hahn baba, I'm Amitabh Bachchan. *irritated*Me: Confident?Amitabh: Yes but who the fuck are you?Me: Lock kiya jaye?Amitabh: Rohit, is that you?*long pause*Amitabh: Hullo, hullo?Rohit, is that you?Me: Sahee jawab!! Is mukam tak pahoonch kar aapko kaisa mahsoos ho raha

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Bold is what she says; italics is how we should understand it ;)It will hardly take me five minutes.It's going to take me two hours or so but I won't tell you that.You seem perky tonightIs sex all you can think of?!?So, what was the reason between you and your ex splitting up?I want to know what's wrong with you.Are you gay?Why don't you like me?Fine, do what you want.You're gonna pay for that

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Jay and Deepti were happily married until now.Jay, being a man and a horny one at that, was always ready for some tomfoolery in the bedroom.Tonight was no such exception.As soon as the lights were turned off by Deepti, Jay started getting a little comfortable.However, she hardly responded.Infact, just as Jay was getting into the mood, she turns towards Jay and tells him, "I'm not in that mood,

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If there is a bigger crime than being a nice guy, it's being a funny, nice guy.I think I'm either funny or nice because when I make fun, I am not such a nice guy.But girls feel otherwise.I try to rectify this misconception as amicably as I could.The other day, a girlfriend of mine was telling me about how she thinks that sex and anything related to sex was such a pain in the ass.I told her as

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The Kid In Me - Michael JacksonThe Art Of Hiring - Donald TrumpPretzel Presidency - George Bush45 Minutes To Fame - Tony Blair (also authored "Lapdog ; Yes, Mr.President" )Overcoming Obsession - Michael MooreOne Man Army - Gen. MusharaffLost For Words - Jay LenoZero Proliferation - A.Q.KhanHow To Win An Oscar - Jim CarreyBlown Away - Bill Clinton

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Are you suffering from a bout of temporary paralysis? No? Are you sure? Okay, then stop staring at me. I never did fancy exopthalmic goitre to be a person's best trait ever.But you have changed my views on that completely. First off, you are of the wrong sex to be staring at me.Secondly, you are just plain ugly.Does you wife always insist on putting a paper bag over you face while making love

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It was on a rainy day, twenty years ago, that I made my way into this world.I was then as you are now :Carefree and blissfully unaware.That day was the happiest day of my life.Making way into the bitter cold world triggered of some events that have made my life, errr, a little uncomfortable.And since you,my dear friend, seem to be on the verge of the same blunder, I thought I might advise you a

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As my University exams draw closer, I stumble upon this.Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Instructions Read each question carefully. Answer all questions. Time limit: 4 hours. Begin immediately. History Describe the history of the papacy from its origins to the present day, concentrating especially, but not exclusively, on its social, political, economic, religious, and philosophical

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George Bush We have reasons to believe that the chicken still retained the capability to cross the road.Even though the claim of the chicken crossing the road hasn't been substantiated, we know that it had the intent to cross the road.Hence, our action against the chicken was justified for the greater good of chickenhood. Prince Harry The chicken can cross the road... it's not like it's black or

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Sorry for the lack of updates but things have been quite hectic over here.I've been going mad with submissions and presentations, being my final year in college and all I have to show a little respect in hopes of a good reco.If this doesn't work, the good ol' fashioned "bound and gag" routine should fetch me a reco of my liking. Anyways, I'll try to revive my blog over the week.

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Could you imagine the price of air if it were brought to you by another supplier? What do I have to do to get your attention? Get an ad in a paper? I think you are the most beautiful person in the world. Okay, so I'm biased. When you're weary,feeling small.When tears are in your eyes,I'll dry them out - Simon and Garfunkel Ditto - God Please don't drink and drive, you aren't quite ready to

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It's that time of the year again when we try to fool oursleves, and others, by making little resolutions which we promise to keep.There are more chances of Bush getting re-elected than me keeping my resolution.Wait, he did get re-elected, but what the hell, I still wanted to make that joke. Coming back to my point, I have no idea why people are so pumped up to make resolutions for New

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Boy Behind The Mischief

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As youngsters, we have a dream.Actually, we have many dreams and some of them end up being wet ones.But you know the kind of dream I am talking about.The dream dream. In any case, there was this young man who aslo had a dream dream. He wanted to write stuff that the whole world would read, stuff that people would react to on truly emotional levels, stuff that would make them scream, cry, howl

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This was on June 15,2004 :- "To all those who use our competitor's products: Happy Father's Day" - Durex

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Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

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Were you, by any stroke of luck, a ragpicker,garbage collecter or anything more demeaning than that? Why do I ask, you ask. I have been observing your little covert operation for sometime now. Ohh, don't look so embarrased now.Save it for later. I saw you prepare your finger soldiers to prepare for chemical warfare.At it's worst.Or should I say, finger miners.Ohh, don't tax your brain so much

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Continuing in the same vein as I left off with the previous Womanese post, here are some more infuriating examples of woman double-talk. For newbies, bold is what she says(as we understand it). Do you have a girlfriend? Aren't you cute.. but are you still available? Why don't you have a girlfriend? What in God's name is wrong with you that other woman wouldn't want to be seen with you? We

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Rita comes home after a long day's work.On entering the house, she spots her dog, Richard, cuddled under the table.Let's go back to when she opens her door... Rita, the human. *Bolt* It's so dark in here. *Slush slush* What the....? What did I step into now? *Switch* That's bette..... ewwww... I stepped into Richard's poop.That dog is never going to learn! And where is my doggiedoo

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I know rush hour traiffic is bad.There are so many armpits, each plying its untenable wares.You sometimes wonder whether these are the WMD's someone kept refering to... But once this novelty wears out, you tend to feel bored.And then there are times when you may feel tired. You get the gist. But let's make one thing clear. No matter what happens, no matter how bored you are, you cannot FEEL

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I see that you enjoy sitting by the window. Yes, the view can be quite breath-taking.The site of burly,unkempt men shitting themselves silly by the railway tracks requires just that.A big breath of air to be taken in,cherised as if it were going to be your last for the next 30 seconds. Then there are the times when little kids by the track flash their little weenies at you, shouting out names

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Things you would love to say at work:- 1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of crap. 2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce. 3. How about never? Is never good for you? 4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public. 5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way. 6. I'll try being

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Greeting your friend is never a problem.You seem him coming upto you and you go "What's up, my man?" However, it never ceases to amaze my how the same line is thrown about so carelessly while one is in the restroom. Imagine yourself in the restroom, making yourself handy.Suddenly your friend comes up from behind, no pun intended, and shouts out "Hey Joe, what's up?!?" You look down in panic

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An old email; all dredged up. This is the private diary of a Viagra housewife... Day 1 Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried. Day 2 Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me

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Excuses to use if you're caught napping at work: 0. "Are the 30 seconds up already?!?" 1. "This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in the last time management course you sent me to." 2. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm!" 3. "This is one of the seven habits of highly defective people!" 4. "I was testing the keyboard for

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