I came to know of Sangeet Paul`s blog today evening and have no second thoughts on recommending this Yahoo! Product Manager`s blog on Ouchmytoe.com.
He is everything that Ouchmytoe isn`t – Funny! Of course… I am kidding. But seriously…he is funny and that too in both the narrative and the conversational style. Have given below two of his posts (one narrative and other conversational) as samples. Promise, I didn`t take any money from him. Sangeet, if you are reading this…the money needs to be credited into ICICI Bank A/C number: 0001018765481
NO! YOU JOLLY WELL CAN`T TOUCH ME THERE!
“NO! YOU JOLLY WELL CAN`T TOUCH ME THERE!”
That, my friend, is the voice of the no-nonsense woman and when you hear that, you`ve got to run for cover!
“But I want to! Please!” I said, making the cutest contortion possible within the limitation of the facial features I was endowed with.
“Shut Up! Why do you want to touch me there?”
“It looks soft. And it`s curved so nicely!”
“Well, go and touch someone else`s. Touch yours!”
“I don`t have it. I am a young boy discovering the changes of adolescence! Please let me touch it!”
How to crack The Arranged Date: The necessary precursor to the Arranged Marriage
Scene: The scene opens to a dimly but tastefully lit restaurant. Light jazz is audible in the background along with the soft murmur that arises out of multiple hushed conversations staged simultaneously punctuated by the odd guffaw and the reprimanding stare in response to the aforementioned guffaw. HE and SHE are seated across a table on the left corner of the stage. The scene opens with the lights focused on the table in question.
HE: That was some traffic we had to negotiate! Mighty considerate of these guys to hold on to our reservation!
SHE: I`ll say! That was bad!
He smiles. She smiles in response. A few seconds of silence where the music and murmur rise mildly in volume.
HE (Breaking silence. Volume of music and murmur falls.): So!
HE: So your dad knows my mom? Or is it my dad who knows your mom? I know that this is definitely cross-gender. Unsure who to who though.
SHE: Your dad, my mom!
HE: Right. So, well, what are you into?
SHE: I love shopping.
HE: Is that a metaphor?
HE: No. I was just hoping it was a metaphor.
SHE: What do you mean?
HE: Nothing really… what else?
SHE (excitedly): and I LOVE gossip… it`s so…