Monthly Archives: November 2009

The President of the Happy Club of general layabouts (head office in a coffin shop) is, in true Bollywood tradition started by Salman Khan, a Prem. His girl, in untrue Bollywood tradition, as started by Lakshmi from Julie, is a … Continue reading →

Wearing a saree has not been one of my favourite things to do. For one, it involves draping six yards of fabric around me. Given that the heat and humidity levels in Mumbai are of such infernal levels that hell’s … Continue reading →

It is 26/11 tomorrow. This time last year Mumbai was under seige. Mumbaikars were living the kind of nightmare that one only imagines happens in action thrillers. But we had no John Rambo, or Arnold Schwarzenegger or Bruce Willis to … Continue reading →

I havent weighed myself in a while and I dont intend to. It is good enough for me that my trousers are hanging off my hips, and the thighs are no long chicken leg on a larger scale. I havent … Continue reading →

Happened close enough to me to disturb me. A regular fight got ugly and the man in question started pushing the woman around. She screams. He threatens to throw her off the balcony. I get to know of this the … Continue reading →

A confession at the outset. I am a very very scattered and disorganised person. I am the kind of person when managerial teams are picked, who is deputed to be the ideator and left at that. And a team of … Continue reading →

Yesterday I meandered down to the society park in the evening for my daily constitutional when I came across a throng of women filling out forms in triplicate and fighting through the above mentioned throng, handing back filled forms, and … Continue reading →