Ok, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I think I’ll do it. I’m going to trust you with a secret. But shh… not a word to anyone. Like I just said… It’s a secret. It’s a teeny tiny incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t told a soul. And I haven’t told a soul because it’s embarrassing. Oh my god, what am I doing? This is a mistake. I shouldn’t write about this. Let me write about something else… like… errr… cricket. Ya. India scored, like a ton of points… or goals… I mean… bah… who am I kidding? Me writing about cricket is like George Bush writing a book on ethics.

What the hell. I think I can trust you with my secret. But first, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone. No, no one. Absolutely none. Mum’s the word, and no, you’re not telling her either. This can’t be one of those ‘i-swear-i will-never-drink-again‘ or ‘no-new-taxes‘ kind of promise. No. This time, you must mean it. Pinky swear.

Ok. So this happened a couple of weeks back. Whatever (continue reading)

Birds were singing, flowers blooming, and every guy who had a girl to hold on to, had a big cheesy smile accompanying an animated far-off look… rather like Ron McDonald, only goofier.

It was the 14th of February, and unless you’re a grizzly bear who is smart enough to hibernate through this period, you know what that means. Valentine’s day: mush overload.

Historically speaking, it has roots going all the way back to (continue reading)

Who would have believed it? I was busy. Me. I still remember the time not too long back when the most tiring work I had was to muffle the sounds of my snores. And today, I am so loaded with work that I'd probably have to hire a secretary to brush my teeth. Today morning, I reviewed my projects, packed up my notes, charted my expenses, and got the recordings collated and organized. And now, I had to go and do my biggest task for the day... getting a rick.

If you've been to Bangalore, you'd know that getting a rick is never easy. But today would be fairly easier than otherwise, I told myself. Today, I'm trying to get to (continue reading)

Everybody wants to be a superhero. I’m sure that from time to time, even you have woken up, rubbed your eyes, yawned, and felt that insane urge to don a cape, shout out an eager catchphrase at the top of your lungs, and jump out the nearest window, determined to fight crime, spread peace, and sell millions of dollars worth of collectible merchandise… It’s a universal dream. At least, I hope it is, cos if it isn’t, then it must be just me. That would have made my actions look rather embarrassing… particularly that Monday when I wore my underwear over my pants.

So I guess it’s relieving that this is a universal phenomenon. Of course, the main challenge is (continue reading)