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 … Read more
It looks like my uncle`s tonsure in Tirupathi has borne fruits. My long pending wish of traveling by the Kingfisher Airlines has almost materialized; I am taking the 6.50 a.m. flight to Mumbai tomorrow – for the Yahoo! joining formalities. Thanks to all the build-up I now strongly believe that Kingfisher Airlines` air-hostesses hold the … Read more
This article was written six years back when I used to work for Indian Express as a sports journalist. Found it in one of my old CDs and thought it was good enough for an Ouchmytoe read (after a bit of editing). Mind you, the names have been changed to avoid lawsuits. I was new, … Read more
Mothers can start building a bond with their kids when they are still in their womb. Unfortunately, fathers can`t. The natural that she is, my wife has developed an intense bond with the yet-to-be-born. They are so close that she has already lent the baby Rs 1000. On its part, the baby has promised to … Read more
Clarification: When I look at the comments for this post, I have strong reasons to believe that the junta thinks I have written this letter. As I said earlier, the letter is not my creation. I know it will be hard for you to believe, but what follows is not my creation. I got this … Read more
Last weekend we visited Fab India in Beseant Nagar, Chennai. The scene enacted there can`t be re-created, simply because I would have nothing to do with that shop ever again. We got out of the shop – and it is an honor to get out of one – and looked around if we had been … Read more
As part of becoming a father, there are some anniversaries I have to keep in mind. While I have forgotten most, here are the ones I remember. In this post, the dates have been changed so that nobody lands up in court after our kid becomes famous and claims to be his/her mother! DD1/MM1/YY – … Read more
In the last few months we have been talking babies almost every day. I am so psyched by all this baby talk that as soon as my wife starts off “Our baby….,” I start the baby talk myself “Gaa ..Baa…Raa …Gaa …Gaa.” Apparently, three of her best friends – only women can have three best … Read more