Twitter Gandhigiri
Come join the charity drive in honour of @tbitch
who suffers deeply from a lack of a sense of humour and originality.
Share a funny joke (not a mean one)
or an original idea with her at @tbitch.
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That Kind Of Guy & The Women Who Get Over Him
My friend and I accidentally stumbled onto a kind of male predator when we fell into crosstalk and realised we were talking about the same person.
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Rockstar
This was based on a writing exercise on a secret: “Always dreamed of being a lead guitarist and performing with Sting”. So I tapped my inner Rockstar.
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Guilt-Reading
I hate it when writers pull stunts like that, making a book sound like something else in its title. I only bought it because the blurb described it as the male ‘Sex And The City’.
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You Aren’t Being My Friend
To my friends in so many places, I’m upset. Badly so. I’m not okay with your calling me only when you have problems in your love life. I’m struck even worse by the fact that you have no time to hear about my love life problems or worse, that you…
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Outside Fairytales
Some day perhaps I will be in love. And it will be better than the fairytales.
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2009: Happy & Counting
So it’s that time of the year again, the time to take stock and look back. Funnily enough, for a compulsive organizer/list-maker like me, it isn’t coming naturally this time round. Even funnier considering it isn’t just year end but decade end and actually end of the first decade of…
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The Bangalore Story
I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked…
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Christmas
I was talking to Ajay about attending midnight mass tomorrow. He asked me why I was attending. Here’s why. I grew up in a predominantly Christian area. My neighbors were a family of three very creative daughters. All of December was spent creating paper flowers, eggshell-and-confetti buds, tinsel-and-thermacol cutouts. All…
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Goodbyes And Other Wounds
Not a good time. Not a good mood. December always gets me down. Even though the fabulousness of my life must make me seem like a crank for complaining. It’s too many people, too many expectations, too much to consider and keep track of. They say a man (person) is…
