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!“A man carrying lakhs in an autorickshaw, an armed robber on a motorcycle, and a death. All on the busy road connecting Delhi and Noida around 3.30 pm on Wednesday. Minutes before his death Santosh had withdrawn Rs 8.65 lakh from a bank in Noida. The police said the accused, identified as Anil, followed Santosh from the bank, shot him and …

I have spent a significant portion of my growing years in North India - Jamshedpur, Delhi, and Jalandhar to be precise. Just that this time around, I am not under the shadows of my parents. Believe me…life is really different and difficult when your parents are not around to protect you.

Life here in Gurgaon is a lot different from the life I was living in Chennai. For starters, I can’t crack my favorite Sardarji jokes as I so often used to in Chennai.
The other day I started off: …

Finally! This post is to announce my arrival in Gurgaon. The city is all gur and no gaon.
At about 9.15 a.m. on June 25, the pilot of the 6.15 a.m. Kingfisher Airlines from Chennai announced: “We will be reaching Delhi in the next ten minutes. The climatic temperature in the Indian capital is 30 degree Celsius at the moment, and the political temperature is close to 100 degree Celsius.”
I stayed in my seat …the passengers who had to get down at Delhi started getting ready. One of them changed …

This post has been updated after advice from my Brand Image Consultant, whose name will not be revealed even if I am forced to marry again!
Friday, the 15th was my last day with Yahoo India. The first three months of my time in Y! India were a breeze but after that I stopped having fun. I would have stayed on because of the flexibility it offered me and the brand that Yahoo is, but then some unmentionables happened and I was soon looking out I am not the kind to …

I promise, I didn’t write this. No, seriously. But I sure am going to give a bit of my own, before I put you onto the letter a very intelligent Sardani wrote for her son in Canada.
I once had a Sardar friend, who in spite of his turban continued to lie that he was not a Sardar. In order to finally stump him with my intelligence, I asked him: “Fine…you are not a sardar, but tell me in which state were you born?”
He said: “Denial.”
So, there you go…we can’t …

I am not the kind to make fun of somebody’s mistakes – especially because my English teacher never made fun of me. She didn’t because she knew that I was eyeing her and if she showed more care towards me (coz I was weak), I might mistake that for love.
There were eight of us in the class who were in love with that English teacher. Incidentally, she had stepped down from being a college lecturer to being a higher secondary school teacher because of the “typical lover boy behavior” by …

I am in the Bangalore airport, waiting for my King Fisher flight to Chennai which is scheduled for 8.55 p.m..
It has been three days since I saw my wife and am looking forward to it. Those that are married would understand how important it is to see one’s wife at regular intervals. Handsome, young men like me who have a high flying lifestyle (yes…the 737-800 travels at more than 32,000 meters high) need that regular dose of don’t-waste-your-time-on-air-hostesses-you-are-married medicine.
If you think I have changed in recent times, you must meet …

I never knew red could be such a pretty color. I realized the beauty of the color after seeing the pretty Kingfisher air hostesses clad in red mini skirts with calf muscles like those of Carl Lewis.
As the taxi driver entered the Kamraj Domestic airport in Chennai, I said: “Drop me near the Kingfisher counter.”
He looked at me in the centrally mounted rear view mirror and smiled.
“What?” I asked. Trying to unravel the mystery.
“Sir, you are lucky. You are traveling by Kingfisher Airlines. Is it the …