Hurrah For The Railways! – Calling In A Bomb Scare
We don’t think that much about the railways. We scrambled in to find a seat but found instead a plastic ‘thaelee’ and a cloth bag lying on the seats.
We don’t think that much about the railways. We scrambled in to find a seat but found instead a plastic ‘thaelee’ and a cloth bag lying on the seats.
Based on my extensive experiences with the male of the species, here’s a snapshot of men by cities of origin. Presenting the first edition of my Manguide!
Men like teaching me stuff,
Educating me on how it all is
Sometimes things I already know
Occasionally better than them.
Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!) at the office. SNC: Do you know the iRiver?Me: The what river?SNC: Okay, you don’t know it.Me: I didn’t hear you…what river?SNC: The iRiverMe: I don’t know it. What’s that?SNC: Its like the iPod, an MP3 playerSFOS:…
This is what the stars have to say for me today: The analytical side of your brain is about to do battle with the emotional side of your brain. Which side do you think will win? This prizefight won’t be bloody, but it will have a conclusive winner. The losing…
I saw this girl on a train. I couldn’t see anything of her, shrouded as she was in her traditional garb. But her hands caught my attention…they were so enticing. This then, is my ode to a stranger’s sensuality. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ To touch and feelHold..clasp….grab….clutchand smoothen Not for me, however.Sheathed and…
More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
A weekend date with two women friends. My male friend put it as, “Spent a lot of money? Bitched a lot about men?” What would he know of girl talk?
The man and I have several themes of conversations running. We do manage to have those despite bad telephone signals along the train routes, mad auto-rickshawalas, terror workplace situations and differences in time zones.
It’s nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be. I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging. You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we…