I would never know how many guys will hate me for this. Neither would I know, how many girls will pretend to hate me for doing a piece on the art of farting. It is only today that the Gauris and Prithvis sent up by India and Pakistan are making all the noise. But it … Read more
Somehow I do not have a liking for foreign products. They are made to suit the conditions out there. The latest product that has disappointed me (and as a result will see a significant drop in sales) is this so-so foreign deodorant that I bought. Entices the girls all right, but by noon I start … Read more
While it is a known fact to my friends that I would have preferred a short life in the Indian army than a long life out of it, not many know my favourite four lines. Well, these lines became my favs…only after Nameet told me. Nameet is a good friend of mine from Bangalore. And … Read more
This is a borrowed idea. Mr Mohan, a colleague and a friend mentioned that I should write about the ten things I want to do before I breathe my last. And here we go – 1) I want to pair-a-jump with my girl, and when there are a few kilometers to go, I want to … Read more
My hats off to Google`s G-mail. Incase you are interested, you could mail me at jv.rajan@gmail.com I am somehow appreciative of the way Google works. Their philosophy seems to have two prominent phrases 1) Keep it simple 2) Surprise the suckers While the `keep it simple` bit is for users like you and me. The … Read more
Diamonds are real…problems. At least for the men. For the women it is a boon. I mean, what else can it be, when it helps you further your standing among the other women, yet you do not have to pay for it. I know how it feels because I have once bought a diamond for … Read more
According to a survey, 70 per cent of all mails sent over the net are spam. And within the next few years, the figure is expected to reach 90 per cent. All this will happen from London, where laws for spammers are not so severe. Ever thought how it would be to receive spam in … Read more
I have to tell you about this gentleman I met in the post office. I being a man of old thoughts and beliefs was entering the post office to send some money to my parents. And it was near the huge red post box that adorns most post offices that I met him. “Sir, I … Read more