Him: What the hell connection is this?
Me: I don’t know. This stupid Nokia!
Him: HAHAHAHAHA!!! Nokia connection???
Me: Hmph…whatever…its your damn phone then.
Him: Absolutely not! Mine is .
Me: And that means a lot to me. I’m a techno-geek.
Him: Stupid woman…that means you’re crazy about technology.
Me: Damn…i don’t deny it drives me crazy. How about this: I’m a techno-weak….I’m weak in technology!
Him: And I’m a techno-week….I work on technology all week!
Please do NOT do the following, for your own safety, sanity and that of other citizens of this city:
IdeaSmith: We ought to have an office band SNC: I was in a band in college! IdeaSmith: What? Doing what? PJ Rani: Playing the drum? Being the drum? IdeaSmith: Oh shut it…so how about it BAA? BAA: Why me? I don’t sing! SFOS: You ought to be out-lawed from being a…
A Week Of Exploitation A few years ago, a certain Bangalore-based PR company organised a week-long social media conference. My business entered an arrangement with them and we were listed among their partners. After several conversations and some work, we were suddenly dropped from the listing, without even the courtesy…
Being a Twitter user got me a mention in this piece, which I kept quiet about in the post-coming-out-of-anonymity freaking out. Reproduced here as the first time my online and offline identities were mentioned together (in a national daily!!) Blogging by SMS, new rage in cool IndiaNeha Tara Mehta, Hindustan…
I wrote this in February when red, dancing and unexpected affections seemed all around.
Feardom is a world of ghouls, monsters-under-the-bed, aliens & otherworld creatures. They manage freshly dead souls’ passage into Feardom or wherever else they may be bound, with all the expected errors, goof-ups and emergencies. They also run a fear economy, collecting, creating, processing and distributing fear across the living world.
Hillarious.