Who’s Your Daddy?
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience.
‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience.
‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
On a particularly scorching day, five people jammed into a tiny soap-box (ooops…the Boss di gaddi…) with laptops, files, phones ringing, hands-free wires tangling, radio stations clashing and the road bump-bump-bumping along….provide enough fodder for yet another post in the Office Capers section. Waiting for AKB who’s late.SNC: Is that…
I grew up feeling not very good about where I came from. For one, it was difficult for me to identify exactly where I was from. My ancestors were from Tamil Nadu and accordingly, the family would constantly refer to ‘our people’ and ‘our culture’ and ‘in our land’, meaning…