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 … Read more
My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle. – Henny Youngman (1906 – 1998) 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 … Read more
I once wanted to become a suicide bomber. It was 1990 A.D. and I was in class eight….I think Ms Geeta Kumari was my class teacher. 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 … Read more
It is always difficult to convey in 400 words what one has learnt in 15 years of drinking, but I am still going to try. This blog post is about how alcohol users can avoid hangovers or if they already own a hangover, how to get rid of it. Please don`t laugh or make fun … Read more
Comedy is one job, which if you do badly…nobody will laugh at you. – Some comedian for sure As I had mentioned in my post two days back, I have been suffering from Writer`s Block. So much so, I sent my boss in office this mail. Dear Sir, As I am suffering from Writer`s Block, … Read more
June 30 saw Delhi`s first Gay Parade. Some 100 policemen and 500 gay activists congregated at one place (and yes the Delhi policemen were there only for protection) to churn the system. This blog post is a tribute to the gay guts. I also wanted to be there…but couldn`t find my mask. When I decided … Read more
ibibo`s top management (which surprisingly also includes me) was in Leh, Ladakh for five days recently. Half of the time was spent closeted inside a conference room defining future strategies and the rest was spent in the wilderness. On our third day, we went for picnic…outdoors food, a walk down the river bed (I forget … Read more
In 1985 my father was posted in Akhnoor, Jammu (a border area) and thus couldn`t take his family along. Back then, I was 10 years old and was studying in the fifth standard. Every month, my father would send Rs 1500 to my mother, who would then manage the four-member family (me, my two sisters … Read more