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A father and a child
Embark on a hilarious journey exploring the ‘loser’ stereotypes in an office conversation – from nosy neighbors to YahooMail woes, embrace your inner loser.
There used to be an ad for a shampoo on TV that went “Dandruff is like ex-boyfriends…keeps coming back!” Of course I’m repeating myself. Yes, this is going to be a raving post. I don’t give a damn. So here’s presenting the must-read manual for ex-boyfriends. (How I wish I…
“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
I spent a good three hours last Sunday on a wedding gift. Why, oh, why do people get married? It is such a task getting them wedding gifts. I mean, it is difficult enough trying to buy one person a gift. Now double that number, make it two sets of…
Naya Bachcha (NB) is a tricky bugger. Several months after induction, training, rubbing elbows in the cramped quarters of work (before we shifted to our spacious, spacey office), running over each other’s toes with our swivel-chairs in this new place…..all this while later I still can’t tell if he has…
I think the world can be easily divided into two types in a lot of ways. One of them is this: Those who cheat and those who don’t.
A lot of men admit to having been attracted to an older woman at some point of time in their lives. Whether it was the adolescent yearnings towards the teacher/neighbor’s wife/friend’s mother or the preference in the later years for mature women (whether it is actualized or not), there definitely…
My journey through the years traced in a different wish-list at each age – from childhood innocence to adult aspirations.
I’ve written so much about my exes…mournful ramblings, sorrowful poetry and nasty comments in between posts. Now here’s a post dedicated to the people who were once close to me. After all, I keep making snide references to them as an undesirable species but well…some of them were human….almost. There…