Saying a lot, saying a little… who cares?
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drained
about 1 month ago - 4 comments
I feel drained. There’s the deadline. The extension to the deadline. The paper. The second paper. The paper you are writing in parallel to the other two. Other people’s papers. Other people’s papers that you are trying to beat to the punch. Old papers that you want to get a handle on, but seem like
sibling rivalry
about 2 months ago - 8 comments
Purple or orange? Orange or purple? She looked from one to the other. And back. Then back again. Someone moved in the far corner, and she whipped around to see what had happened. There was a movement in front of her which she felt, rather than sensed, and she reached out blindly. While turning back
of savita and sacrilege
about 5 months ago - 4 comments
‘Tis a little hard to come up with a good way of intro-ing topical posts, while including my own snarkiness in the mix. Nevertheless, here goes nothing. It sort of splits up.. oh, you’ll see. ************************************ The infamous Savita Bhabhi was moved to the more focused Kirtu.com. Yes, focused. Only pr0n comics of Indian origin.
sachinism, the current religion of the indi-net
about 6 months ago - 3 comments
Stuff that struck me while reading about Sachin Tendulkar’s nearly unbelievable* feat, most of which will be repeated everywhere I look over the next few days/weeks: On this day 21 years ago He completed a 664-run partnership with Kambli. Twenty-f*ckin-one. His 200 contained 25 boundaries (the most by a single batsman in an ODI till
my event of a lifetime
about 6 months ago - 22 comments
It’s been too, too long. Wish I had a good excuse. Maybe this one: “Marriage does that to you.” Or even: “Things change like this after marriage.” At the very least, marriage gives you a scapegoat that most married men will commiserate with. “Yes, yes.. I know what you mean.” Its either commiseration or a
i just got married
about 7 months ago - 7 comments
Need I say more? I can’t quite believe it myself. Faux pas admission (18th Jan 2010): In my calculating of dates/times in IST and EST, I kinda mucked up and jumped the gun by 24 hours But hey, she just becomes a Mrs. missus Thanks for the wishes, all.
my big event of the year is nearly here
about 7 months ago - 7 comments
The time has come. Back to India. Madness. All centered around me. And the missus. But me too! There will probably be no posts for a bit here. I’m not live-blogging my own wedding, or even live-tweeting my honeymoon Speaking of which, that is probably going to be the best birthday ever It has taken
what is my super-power?
about 1 year ago - 7 comments
I’ve spoken more than once about my games while growing up. The cape on my shoulders: the flight, the jumping of buildings in a single bound. The vines: the jungles, the swinging and leaping through dense trees galore. The battle(s) with evil foes: the multiple times each one had to be beaten into submission. To
alma mater
about 1 year ago - 11 comments
Looking out the window, I recognized familiar landmarks. The things you see every day, that become part of a routine; and then one day you see them no more. I was dropped at the corner as I had been all those years ago. I started a walk I had done every day for nearly 4
vestigial recollections and resolutions
about 1 year ago - 5 comments
Engines whir, and I watch as the plane passes the runway, the adjoining highway, then another, and another…then they blur together amongst the millions of blinking lights that make up the streets and homes of Bombay. I desperately try to retain a final picture in my mind as the coast approaches. The plane banks into
about 2 years ago
Don’t you go making me miss Bombay any more than i already do …:D
about 2 years ago
dropped in from “galadriel”… u made me re-miss bbay. as if i don’t already miss it enuf!