If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my Blog’s RSS Feed. Or my Comment’s RSS Feed. Your funny bone is definitely as big as your femur!I think man is a born businessman. As soon as he is born he starts crying for attention and when the doctor gives him a blanket for free…he stops crying.
All you feminists out there, please bear with me. Though I mention him/he/man etc…I don’t mean to be unfair. I am referring to both man and woman here….just that it is a …

I don’t know how your workplace is. Mine have always been fun. Wonder if it is a reflection of me as a person (is this correct English?).
You won’t believe me but one of my colleagues comes to office naked. Now…nobody steals his chair. Sometimes he comes drunk, sometimes without deodorant but nobody complains…they are all too upset over him coming naked. Even at lunch he doesn’t need to spend money. He says: “Oops, left my wallet in my trousers.”
There are many who have a post-lunch siesta. Funny it may seem, …

This happened today morning. Rekha and I got up at 6 a.m. Getting up together is a relatively new habit. There used to be a time when Rekha would get up at 5.30 a.m., take bath, pray and with water dripping from her tied-in-a-turban-on-top-of-her-head hair, she would touch my lotus feet for blessings before bringing me a cup of hot tea.
I would have tea, read newspaper and go for a hot water bath. Meanwhile, Rekha will leave for the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Anyways, these are things we can discuss anytime …

August 6 can’t be forgotten. It was on this day that US of A gave birth to organized terrorism (doesn’t terrorism actually mean creating terror?) by dropping an atom bomb called ‘Little Boy’ on Hiroshima. History tells us that they dropped another on August 9, and that too after knowing fully well that more than 120,000 (mostly civilians) had died because of the ‘Little Boy’.
The Americans had a sense of humor after all - naming the atom bomb “Little Boy.’ Perhaps they did so because it could destroy only the …

Even as I type this, I am getting drunk. So don’t expect any coherence in this post. I know after some time my hands will start shaking…perhaps that is why I want to write about old people. Why? Simple. Don’t their hands also shake?
I am drinking Vodka. Romanov vodka. It is one brand you will get only in Tamil Nadu. No Smirnoff for me. No Absolut for me. Perhaps because they are costly. Perhaps because Romanov Vodka is what you can get easily. I cannot boast that I grew up …

Here are some of my captions.
1) Chocolate Ice-Cream
2) Double scoop please
3) Dung-up treasure
4) Sheds or Tails
5) Rear View
I think you should also get creative….and come up with some real smelly ones….

Some animals have unique features. Some don’t. A giraffe for example can clean its ears with its twenty-inch long tongue. Give that tongue to a man and he would be cleaning the ears of the lady sitting next to him.

I know I should not despise ladies. Afterall, I was born in bed with a lady. But what to do…I also ended up marrying another.
OK…so the secret is out. I despise women. But surely not like the Britishers, who always lifted their hats when they passed the ladies. I wonder why. Was it because they had a secret camera under their hats which would take a snap of the lady in question? Or was it because the desperate British men of the 70s found it too hot when a lady …