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Monthly Archives: August 2008

Growth Pangs - for a 30+ man

30-Aug-08

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!My mother always said that I had a million dollar look. I doubted her till I was tall enough to see in the small mirror mounted […]

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24-Aug-08

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When the Rajasthan Govt gifted me a camel

24-Aug-08

I realized just now that I have been blogging for the last five years. Damn! This itself deserves a blog post. Another humor blogging biggie Great Bong celebrated his fourth year in blogging recently.
Unfortunately, I am still suffering from the writer’s block that’s been plaguing me for the last one month. So here goes […]

Making a spectacle of oneself

13-Aug-08

I have been wearing glasses (not the whiskey ones) since I was in grade one. As proof I even have a mark on the bridge of my nose. Being a south Indian, I am proud to tell you that I share this so called ‘mark’ with a Superstar called Rajinikanth! Anyway, this post isn’t about me sharing a mark with the Superstar…but about this sudden urge in me to shift to contacts.

I am looking for blog ideas…please help!

11-Aug-08

I can blame work at office, plain laziness or perhaps the non-exciting life I am living right now. I haven’t been able to point at the right thing….but it is a fact that writing has become a chore. Need your help to tide over this crisis. Request you to give me topics to write on. Please leave a comment…and I expect your interest and interesting topics to get me into the writing mode again.

When I wanted to become a suicide bomber

01-Aug-08

Suicide bombing hadn’t yet become a career option – the middle classes still wanted their children to become an Engineer, a Doctor or a Collector. I decided to become a Collector, because I didn’t like what the only Engineer & Doctor I knew did for a living – the former was always flirting with the brick carrying lady while the latter preferred the nurse. I know, I was only 14 years old then…but you got to agree that we Rajans have that special something to spot a flirt.