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It is said that everyday you learn something new, I don't know if it's true but what I learnt today blew my mind away! Invisible Nail Polish! Yes, you read that right, there is such a thing! It makes your unpolished nails look like, well, unpolished nails. This is extra special! I mean the male equivalent of this would be drinking tap water and calling it an extra mild beer! I know talking

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Earlier this evening I was sitting in my living room with my 3 year old daughter in my lap and both of us were watching a cartoon streaming on my cellphone. My wife was sitting next to us and feeding my daughter and those 30 minutes or so were by far the best moments of my day. As we were sitting there, I couldn't help but remember the time when my Father was a teenager, living in Madurai,

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So today I decided to change my life completely (again). Which meant the following:a) Being more organised at workb) Getting back to the gym and set a target of reducing some obscene amount of weightc) Plan on registering for PHD and promptly dream about being included on the New York Times op-ed team along with Paul Krugmand) Have a 'farewell-to-greasy-food' lunch and decide to go on a strict

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It's been a long hiatus from writing and this isn't even a tentative attempt at being back, just a random rant that has very little chance of being published. Anytime within the next five minutes, I prolly will delete this draft and move on in life. It's not that I've lost the appetite to write, I do have it but when I sit in front of the computer, I'd rather be on facebook or be reading random

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This is a short one, I have been extremely busy the last week and a half, hence no posts, next week hopefully should be a lot better. Just a small note to remind you dear reader that, even as I write this or as you read this, there is someone important in our lives who we love (and loves us) that we have taken for granted, haven't called or spent time with or just let them know that you care.

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(I've been wanting to do this for a while, this is a dramatised version of a true incident that I wrote here. I've done this before, in a post titled Double oh Seventy Six, which I think was more funnier. I'm just trying my favourite styles to sort of get back into the groove)I got out of the of the airplane and looked around to a distant spot, as I normally do in the beginning of each story. My

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Earlier today as I got into my car and eased into the traffic jam right outside the apartment building where I live on my way to office, my mind was quite filled a lot of things, primarily relating to my job. Things that I needed to get done and the things that I can only worry about and not do much. Plus with my wife and daughter out of town, two illnesses in the family and a dozen things I

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With the gloriously blazing summer this year, everyone I meet in most of the metros around the country talk about only one thing, the heat. The weather as a topic, comes up within five minutes into any conversation. 'It's too hot', 'it's too humid', 'it's too dry', 'have to buy a new fan or air conditioner' or 'fix the one that's not working so well' etc etc, these are the stuff that dominates

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There are so many similarities between my fitness regime and my blogging that it's a little eerie. Both started around 6-8 years ago (6 years for the blog and 8 for the fitness regime) and were both pursued with passion. They both achieved their peek 4-5 years ago and roughly 3 1/2 years ago, both came to a screeching halt. There have been many a (false) start since then. I haven't yet been

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A few days ago, I landed up in the Mumbai airport at 5 PM in the evening to attend a formal dinner. I was supposed to meet up with my colleague from Delhi who was landing at the same time, it turned out that his flight was early and mine was an hour late and hence he had left by the cab booked by the office and I was stuck looking for a local cab. As I walked over to the Taxi area, I was

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Indian movies generally cop a lot of criticism for being a little over the top but I'm watching Dante's Peak and I realise that Hollywood movies really don't lag behind either. So here are some of the stuff I've learned from this movie todaya) Vulcanologists know how to hot wire a car. Pretty much anyone in a Hollywood movie when encountered with a keyless car, can quickly pull out some wires,

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A CNN Anchor quite seriously to to an 'PR Expert', "How much remorse should Tiger Woods show in public so that he can regain his former reputation?"...eh? A simple question which provides a profound insight into how mass media works nowadays.

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I wanna write so badly! Which I do whenever I write! (he he)

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Over the last few days I've been reflecting back on this year and I can sort of encapsulate what I feel about this year in one sentence, 'I'm glad it's almost over'. Yeah sure there were moments which were truly fantastic, my daughter's first birthday, my daughter's first swim, the first family holiday I've had with both my parents and my parents in law etc spring to mind.But all in all, what a

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Another morning, another airport, I walked into the security hold area sleepily. The crisp and mildly chilly air in the new Bangalore airport felt like the tender caress of a sedative to an insomniac, something that doesn't quite put you to sleep yet dulls the senses into a pleasant haze. As i wandered past the open restaurant through a maze of blackberries, laptops, cellphones and the hapless

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Yesterday my daughter said the first clear sentence on the phone, 'Appa, I love you!', of course she did not realise that I was on the other end of the line, she thought as usual her Mom had given her the phone for her to have her make-believe conversation.I don't really have words to describe..

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Is the goal of television viewing to watch the programs which are interrupted by advertisements or watch advertisements interrupted by programs.

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Mumbai - 26th November 2008I feel Numb. I feel angry. I feel frustrated.Most of all I feel let down, by myself and my society.We in India live between two poles, one of idealism and the other of crass opportunism. Very seldom if ever do those two poles ever cross each other's paths. It is as if we dream of an ideal india but have settled comfortably in this opportunistic version without much

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Tim Hartford of the Undercover Economist fame in answer to a question "I am a father of three teenagers and happily married for almost 20 years. In my opinion the secret to my success is a traditional one, which is that there is no doubt about who wears the trousers. I am wondering whether there is any support in economic theory for my view?", opines,The paterfamilias household is no more.How,

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I'm not against Reality TV per se, I happen to like a few of the shows the Amazing Race, The Weakest Link etc. But it's wierd that almost most of these shows are now about bagging some big chunk of change (when they are not about some dysfunctional celeb that is). I remember the days when the ole quiz shows run in India (Quiz Time by Siddharth Bannerjee comes to mind) etc used to be really nail

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After losing the elections Sarah Palin was asked to look into the camera and say "I'm not smarter than a fifth grader". Apparently the question thet flummoxed her was "Is Africa a Continent or a Country?", without using any of her of her cheats (copy, peek or save) she confidently replied "Country"!Well this would have been just a funny incident if we forget the fact that this lady was pretty

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America Votes. The Dow Jones is up 284 pts the last time I checked, what do they know?Is TV a reflection of the society itself or does society imitate TV?. A study now links teen pregnancies with Television in the US. A coupla comedians in Montreal called up Sarah Palin pretending be the French President Nicholas Sarkozy. I guess she couldn't see France from her front door, coz she was punk'd

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Why do we take for granted the things we should cherish the most? What if there was no tomorrow? or next week? or next year?

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We are a dirty & disorderly country, right? So how come our Airport terminals are so clean? How come the new corporate offices are so spic and span? What about those shiny clean malls? How come people don't drop things on the floor, spit on the stairways or urinate on the side of the building there? How come people queue up politely in Airports, Offices & Malls (and rush into trains & busses)

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Most people I talk to are fascinated by the American Elections which are just around the corner. That's most people except my wife, she thinks that Barack Obama takes way too much of my time. Admittedly, I've been actively following the primaries and then the general election campaign on a nearly hourly basis to an extent that I'm addicted to it. What can I say, I guess I'm a closet soap opera

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Both my stories didn't make it to the Quick Tales finals (134 chosen out of some 1100 stories). Normally I wouldn't have minded it so much but then I read a story that revolved around a urinal made the cut.Pissed me off!

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My daughter just said DADA!! Not once not twice but again and again and again!! WOOOHOO!!Will write something coherent when my feet hit the ground.

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There is a special series in the Guardian on how to write which i found very interesting. It's a must read for wanna be writers (like me).Cross posted at Live Journa's India Writing Community.(h/t bluespriite)

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At work, some days are good, some are bad and some are really bad. I had couple of those really bad days last week. I had two days of being on the road on work, quite literally, having to contend with lack of sleep, a bad stomach, motion sickness (bumpy roads!) and all the while having to field one crisis after the other on the phone or in person. To add to my woes were a couple of lunch

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I knew him as a funny guy from the drew carey show but little did I know that he was the host of the Late Late Show (too lazy to put up links, google it yourself will ya) and a pretty darn good one at that. We don't get this show here in India, I think we should!!Just to show you how good he is, I'm putting up a monologue from his show.

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This is a short story written while chomping on my lunch coz well the topic was very interesting. This was in response to a daily/weekly (i dunno) Flash Fiction (under 500 words) Sandbox, at the india writing community at live journal. Now what it is, is that people are given a scenario and they've gotta come up with a story under 500 words and post it there. The scenario that intrigued me into

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(An entry in Caferati's Quick Tales contest. This actually is one the earliest stories that I've written. The original can be found here, it had to be edited to under 500 words so that it could enter this contest. Needless to say that this was written during my footloose and fancy free bachelorhood days, these days I don't make it a habit of winking and grinning at strange women at flights, I

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(An entry in Caferati's Quick Tales contest)That night I stole my wife's diary. Now, now… before you judge me, as you are wont to do, first hear me out.My wife and I fell in love years ago, when life was an uncomplicated place to be in, and we lived in our own little world. But now, that place seems to have become a strange world where pigs fly and monkeys speak fluent German and the two of us

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Once upon a time in the land of the Pandiyas lived a rich trader by the name Kumaran. Apart from his immense wealth, which he built on his own, Kumaran intelligence and wise. He was often called upon resolve disputes and issues, that were seemingly unresolvable. Kumaran was one of the most well traveled men of his time and as such it is said that even the King took his advice from time to time on

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While exploring a holiday at Malaysia I ran into this charming offerHONEYMOON PACKAGE (4 DAYS 3 NIGHTS)Deluxe Suite - RM4880 nett per room-maximum 4 persons.I shall say no more.

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A ray of warm light bathed his face. Stairway to Heaven?A dark figure between the light, looking down at him. God? St Peter? Dad?As the clouds cleared slowly in his throbbing brain, reality kicked in. It was the damn cat standing by the open window again. Mr Ming was his Siamese cat from hell.It was the cat's breakfast time otherwise the cat never sought his company. It had a habit of staring at

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The hair in my neck stood up, my head immediately swivelled left. Instinct.A cop was purposefully making his way towards me, I knew I was caught. I looked ahead, the traffic was bumper to bumper. No way I was getting out of this one.As seconds turned to hours, realisation suddenly stuck, I still had my cellphone up near my ear. The damn conference call! The reason for my current situation! Using

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No this is not about Adidas but the story of Van Phillips the inventor of the Cheetah Foot, a carbon fibre prosthetic leg that helps an athelete like Oscar Pistorius, who doesn't have both his legs, to aim at qualifying for the Beijing Olympics! At one point Oscar was nearly disqualified for having an undue advantage over the other contestants!Whether he competes in Beijing this year or not, I

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Shifrah Jemima Stephen, my daughter. Born on the 6th of April.

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So it's that time of the year when I start fiddling with the look of the blog. The picture on top was taken by my wife last July (22nd if my memory serves me right) during our honeymoon in a little village called Daintree in Queensland, Australia.

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I came across this site that calculates the commercial value of your blog. You haveta type in the url and wait for the result. I knew my words weren't worth a million bucks (yet) but nevertheless I was a little taken aback that it was worth all of $564.54.Hmm. So that rules out an early retirement I guess.p.s. the 54 cents part is midly irritating...

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We live on the floor of a 9 floor apartment complex and in Chennai, its' pretty much as high as it gets. From the two balconies and the terrace one can pretty much the city as far as one's vision would allow. Tonight, I was standing at one of those balconies, carrying my little daughter who happens to sleep through the day and hence is awake most of the night. We were there because she insists

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I can't quite fathom how much life has changed, since the time I started blogging way back in 2005. I used to be this single guy who shunned any form of long term planning or committments of any kind, now I'm sitting here in Chennai taking care of a home, saving for the future and worrying incessantly about a wife and daughter who currently are 340 kms away in Bangalore. I'm counting the days

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Henceforth herewith and forthwith (and add in a fifthwith while yer at it), this blog is operational again. Welcome one, welcome all!And those who still have me in your blog rolls and those blog-post-alert-thingys, or keep dropping in once in awhile, God bless ya!!P.S. I hadda look up the word forthwith in the dictionary...sigh.

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Ever feel the deep need to do something yet feel totally inadequate to get up and do it? I kinda feel that way about writing in this blog. I guess it's like most things in life you gotta keep doing something or you get so badly outta practice that you end up in a pile of contradictions and self doubts. I'm gonna write someday though!

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I've had this writer's block for the longest time I can think of, in the last six months I don't think I've written more than a post or two, even then, within hours of posting them, I'd end up refreshing the screen in my internet browser to see if anyone read it and put up a comment. There is only one word that describes that behavior, Pathetic! Obviously after six months of blog inactivity

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A few friends have written to me over the past few months asking me why I haven't been blogging for over four months. I've thought long and hard about it, I've realised that I used to blog because I really didn't have a lot of things to do apart from work. Now that I'm married and also have a larger assignment at work, the time that I've had to blog also is fairly limited.For the longest time,

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The sharp ringing of the alarm woke me up. As I shook off the sleep from my eyes I glanced at her, sleeping cozily, nestled in the far side of the bed. Snug as a bug in a rug, as she would say.I smiled and leaned closer to her ear and slowly blew air into her ear. I could see her wrinkle her pretty nose and turn towards me, still fast asleep.I leaned forward and softly brushed my lips against

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4:15 AM Somewhere in the middle of Tamil Nadu Trying the squeeze the sleep off his eyes, he got off the train and on to the dimly-lit station. His bag seemed to follow him to the station floor. He looked around stretching his body and his arms as the dozenth yawn escaped his mouth. He slowly gathered his bag and trudged towards the exit. After producing his ticket to the ticket checker, he dug

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This is why this guy is so good! The waiter rules!!

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I'm off to Mussoorie (phew! what a frickin tough name) for about 4 days. Yeah, it's the same hill station Kris Colombo discovered during his quest for Missouri (Yuck! 'orrible joke, wot?)You are ofcourse welcome to wander around my blog (thats not applicable to you Amma!) till I come back with another post.

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She lurks in the shadows of the internet stalking her prey. She is even rumoured to have finally cracked the code and found the URL for this blog.So Amma, if you find yourself here (again), welcome to my blog, your presistence has paid off. Now lets have a few rules:a) My grammar sucks, I know it, so pls stop correcting it coz I'll never learn.b) What I write here are my thoughts, I shall not

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At the Adyar Park Hotel is this barbershop called Salon 2000, herein works the Wizard of Click. The Wizard's real name is Selvam and he is known as the Wizard because he had in about 25 years of his career made men feel fantastic about their average mane. He was especially good with bald and balding men. They flock to him in droves and to get an appointment with the most famous pair of scissors

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Adjusting her slinky black cocktail dress and her large pink sunglasses she trudged along at a fair clip on the long jogger's lane early that morning. Not exactly the right attire, she knew. Maybe she should have changed before she took off yet she knew she looked stunning in that dress and she just had to wear it. She looked at the rising sun and felt nothing at all, as one would have expected

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'What do you think of Jesus?', a question that one encounters rarely, if ever, if one were to avoid bible thumping meetings, like I have. So when I did encounter these words, I was uncharacteristically dumb struck, knowing me like I do, this is a rarity. It all started when my Mom called me at work wanting me to speak to a girl. If you think that moms are fun people who are bothered about your

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I've had so many thoughts and stories to write but no words to write them with. Somehow I've blundered onto another one of those writer's block. So instead of writing about something specific I thought I would write as I think, in freestyle.I haven't been able to read a whole lot of blogs for a long time, from what I've seen it seems that this is a period of deep introspection with a lot of

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Ever since I heard two weeks that my job would be little bit more lighter, I've ended up travelling just about every day! Well, it's all good coz I like my job. Now, I'm off to beautiful Jaipur the city of palaces for a 4 day training programme followed by a day in Delhi to catch up with the Boss.I should be back with a few posts by the middle of next week. In the meanwhile my blogroll seems to

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It was a hectic day by all standards at work, I had to complete a few things so I worked till about 8 PM in the night. As I was walking out of office I thought about how unhinged my life had become, I really just wasn't connecting with people anymore. Everything about my life had something to do with my job. Work had taken prominance in life and everything else was an interruption. I couldn't

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Fourscores and a few days ago, my blog along with tons of other bogs were blocked from public view. And it wasn't for the shockingly average writing either. Blogspot & Typepad blogs were blocked in our fair country due to doubts by authorities that blogs were being used as a propoganda too for anti-nationals and also that blogs were used for communication by terrorists.While this blog and others

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It's been a while since I wrote, a lot has happened in that time, I've won a lottery, I quit my job, bought myself a yacht, travelled nearly halfway around the world, watched a bullfight in Spain, scuba dived off the Greek coast and even caught the the Formula one race in Monaco as it wound through the city streets. It was a fabulous experience to watch those cars from the balcony of my suite

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It was an ice cold winter evening. He made is way slowly through the dark street, looking around furitively. Was it just hours before that he had escaped? Was it just minutes? His mind was numb. Have to get away, he thought.He was new to the neighbourhood, he looked around suspiciously. Was he far away from his prison? Was he safe? For all he knew, he could be going in circles. He longed for the

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As bridges go, this one isn't much to look at. It's a dingy, covered bridge made of iron and it spanned across one of the most crowded roads in chennai, the Nungambakkam High Road. This lump of metal stands right next to my office so it is hard to avoid. A few days after I joined my company I was going for lunch with a colleague, I asked her if we should take the bridge and I was promptly told

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I think I am too self concious when it comes to writingI think I'm afraid that the world would someday point at my blog and laughI think somtimes I worry too much about being responsible for a failureI think the confusion in my blog reflects my lifeThere...I said it. Phew!Tired and frustrated after a long, difficult and tough week, I travelled back from Bangalore to Chennai a little earlier than

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I started blogging last year around the same time infact. When I started on this journey I hardly expected it to reach a year, I never expected to write as much as I did. For a while I've had this feeling that I should put an end to this little project of mine. What could be a better time than doing it now when I've completed one year. Thanks to blogging, I've made a lot of friends and have had

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As bloggers go, I think they can be broadly classified into two categories, the ones who write as a creative outlet and the others who write so people would read their stuff. I firmly belong to the second category. I like attention. I think 98.56% of men crave attention. The rest don't, only because they already have it. I guess we just stop short of walking around with a "Look at Me!" neon

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Yesterday was one of those rare days when I had all the time in the world for lunch. So I thought I'd use the time to rented a few DVDs too. As I headed out of the the video library I saw an old neon sign for a japanese restaurant in the same complex. Now this was an old and derelict building, with hardly more than one or two commercial establishments in it. I was surprised to see an 'Authentic'

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Yesterday I was in the video library browsing through some DVDs when I spied two 18 years olds eagerly looking through a shelf that held a particular type of movies, porn, more specifically soft porn. This was the tame & acceptable & over-the-counter kind which get past the censor board. I grinned and shook my head, because I know I've been there in their shoes when I was their age, the

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Thats how old I am today. 32 and a day. Life has begun it's slow rot, whatever you eat goes straight to your ass, there is more vacant territory in your head than lush black hair. So it's safe to assume that if you aren't looking like Tom Selleck in Magnum PI, then early thirties is when life beguns to suck.I was a simple & uncomplicated 31 till day the before yesterday and then BANG! Yesterday

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This post by Patti McCracken one of my favourite bloggers talks about immigration rules in some European countries have targetted muslim immigrants with some absurd requirements.Quote "The Netherlands made headlines in recent weeks when it announced it would force applicants from Muslim countries to view videos of topless sunbathers and homosexual contact, to determine if they were ready to

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Readers of this blog will know that I write a lot of airline/airport stories, well, I'll let you in on a secret, I am afraid of heights and am really afraid of flying. For a guy who hates flying, I fly almost 4 days a week, life is a funny thing huh? I actually prefer traveling by trains really, trains are more fun, plus they are in constant touch with terra firma, you can get off in every stop,

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I was reading about the graduates from top notch Business Schools like ISB & IIMs were getting paid close to $250,000 and I went WOW! This was for two reasons, firstly the amount of money seemed rather high, secondly for that amount of money (or for any amount for that matter), there was no class associated with the way the news came out. The fact that the schools themselves put out this

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This is the 75th post for this blog. I thank everyone for visiting and reading.Wanting to take a walk down memory lane, I thought about highlighting some of this blog's better posts but I've decided to go the other way highlight the worst of this blog, ie, the stuff that even I didn't think was good enough to finish or put up. These are posts that went unfinished and for good reasons too, read

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For all those who seek love on the Internet...beware...you just might find it (Have a great week ahead!)

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Early morning air travelers belong to two categories, the groggy or the grumpy. I'm the groggy kind. My weekly trip to Bangalore is usually on the 6 AM Sahara Airways flight. This means that I'm usually up by 3:45 AM to get ready, when I say 'I get up', I use the term loosely since it usually just refers to my body, my mind wakes up after a hot cup of south indian filter coffee at 8:14 AM.This

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..Blank!!I have nothing to write about, yet all the intent to put up something. I've been thinking that in such moments out of sheer selfishness, I thought I should invite guest posts from the regulars. So, if you are a regular reader of Life and Other Such Events (umm that is this blog, incase you are wondering) and wouldn't mind sullying your reputation by writing a line or two here, please

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Imagine you were planning your future and the doctors came and told you 'Hold on, don't plan anything. Give us a week. We'll let you know if you need to plan at all'. What would you do?Normally, a day in you life is nothing. What if there maybe only 100 of them left or 50 or 30? What would you do?Would you laugh because there may only be a little time left for laughter ? Or would you cry because

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Our roles in life define us,Or so they say.We know our parts but not the words,So flit between many a cliche.Confusion within, confusion without,Why think? we are just bit actors in a grand play.We smile if happy, cry if sad, fight if slighted,It's the same from New york to Bombay,Who leads who? What leads who?It's hard to tell on any given day,Confusion within, confusion without,Why think? we

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Today I just had to write a post. So I asked myself what would I write if I were given no time to think out a post. I said to myself, there could be something witty to write ofcourse, apparenltly witty took a day off today. An amusing anecdote then? Well, writing about watching the twitching mustache of a client for 94 minutes and 43 seconds isn't really a barrel of laughter, you have to admit (

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"The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small"- Woody Allen.This blog has reinvented it's look due to yet another mid-life crisis of it's author. Anyway, the metamorphosis has taken 4 hours, so when you recoil at the bright orange, remember the hard work that has gone into bringing you this new look. Most of the hard work was concentrated on changing the font colours from a blue or

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Yesterday was a bad day. It's one of those days when you know things are gonna go downhill the minute you wake up. Even the gay bird (gay=happy, bird=bird) which usually sings a happy tune outside my window seemed to be mouthing the F word at me that AM. (Fark you too tweety!). I went to work with a sinking optimism that something might happen during the course of the day to change my bleak

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If you think by now that I've written enough airport stories, you are probably right20:00BangaloreI left my sister's house to catch a 10 PM flight to Chennai. My nephew volunteered to drop me at the airport in his bike. I agreed, thinking about all the times that I used to take him for rides in my bike when he was a little tyke. Now, here he was a twenty year old engineering college student with

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Once upon a time, long long ago, so long ago that no one knew how long.... oh well, ok ok, one fine day last week, I went through my usual routine (when I'm in Bangalore) and made my way the the main road from my sister's place in the morning, fresh after breakfast, ok...not so fresh coz my sister is one gawd awful cook, bless her kind heart. I deviate from the topic at hand, so, I made it to my

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Bangalore. After a long day's work, I started to my sister's home from office. I walked out to the road, enjoying the cool breeze, then spotting an Autorickshaw I made signs it to come hither. Hithered it did.A bearded gent who was the my driver for the evening welcomed me aboard the auto. "Kahan jaana hai sir?'(Where do you want to go sir). he asked in Hindi. Now, Hindi is never a language I am

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"You guys are Idiots!", said S, who was in a reflective mood. I nodded my agreement. You see I am used to agreeing with people, I'm a banker. "There are so many tailors here in India yet you guys blindly go and buy readymade clothes paying fancy money". I nodded again, it is usually better to let him vent it out. "In the US tailoring is way to expensive, you can't even alter clothes that you buy

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Last week was an important week in my career. I've been asked to head a new team which would be spread across South India. This is what every executive looks forward to, to have his/her own brood to watch over. The first thing I realised was that there was nothing on earth that could really prepare you for this moment, pretty much like fatherhood. You've read about it, you've seen others do it,

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Sonia Faleiro, a popular Indian blogger writes here about an incident with a Taxi Driver. The guy apparently over charged her (ie charged her Rs. 380 when the usual fare is Rs. 160). Ms. Faleiro apprehended the driver in her building complex and along with another individual (who was 'brawnier than her') she forcibly searched him and his taxi, extracting sets of papers that apparently proved

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Shit happens...----Happy Monday! This week ain't any better from the last one and the next one doesn't look promising either :-)

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The 2006 Bloggies are accepting nominations for various categories. So go ahead and nominate your favourite blogs!My Nominations areFor the best asian weblog1) Amit Varma: India Uncut2) Annie Zaidi: Known Turf3) Dilip D'Souza: Death Ends FunMost Humourous weblog:1) -c: Up the creek without a platypus2) Pope Joe: Ask the Pope3) Scott Adams: The Dilbert BlogBest writing of a Weblog1) Dilip D'Souza

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Do check out my new blog about the more serious things in life. After a lot of research, the blog has been given a new and innovative title, Serious Stuff.

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What Would You Say To God If You Could Write God An Email? Asked a spam email that I got today. I thought why not start the year with a letter to God. So here it is.Dear God,How are You doing? I wonder why no one asks You that question. I know how frustrating it was to fix a computer last week so I can't begin imagine the stress levels involved in running the Universe.Now, at the beginning of

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Got tagged by Mukta on the five things & people that I was wrong about in life. I wanted to aim for five but I didn't get beyond one. It really wasn't due to vanity but because the one thing that I have been wrong about has had a profound impact in my life the rest pale in comparison so they don't find a place here. Two years ago my younger sister was presented two options in her career, one was

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The waves came one year ago today and changed everyone's lives forever....

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Another evening, another airport and another delayed flight. It's 11 pm and all I can think of is crawling into bed. Seated in the lobby either side of me were two gentlemen, both of whom were were stood out from the usual crowd in their own way. The guy on my right was wearing a fresh business suit, a power tie & more than a dash of expensive perfume. He carried a cool cellphone, a mont blanc

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Ok. Here's the deal, Life & other such events like quite a number of important blogs, takes a tough stand on comments. Be advised that after you type your comment, the site would verify your great grandmother's maiden name then ask you to chant 'Moses supposes his poses are roses but Moses supposes erroneously' 20 times in 15 seconds and you may have to spell "Supercalifragelisticexpialidocious"

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Another storm is expected to cross the storm ravaged east coast of India, Iraq just had it's general elections, George W has managed to swing back in opinion polls (can you believe it????), Celine Dion or Brittany Spears haven't come out with another music video this year (Hallelujah!). With such wierd yet interesting events happening around the world, the fact that my blog has crossed 50 posts

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Let me tell you something, I'm a big fan of Dilip D'Souza's blog. I've never seen a blog that courts more arguments or discussions nor have I seen a writer take more personal attacks and still come out swinging. Not only are his posts thought provoking but they also make you want to do participate, even if you don't agree with him. Oh before you read further, for all those who wandered here to

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Hyderabad Airport21:05, I swagger over to the Deccan Airways counter to check-in. I get a blank stare from the guy behind the counter. Finally words tumble out of his mouth "But, the flight has left...". I looked at him sternly, there must be some mistake "Are you sure the Chennai flight has left?", he nodded sheepishly. I checked my ticket, damn! I had gotten the timings wrong, the ETD was 21:00

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It's been a long time since I wrote and I'm sure half my readers, which is about 2.45 to 3.12 people, have forgotten that this blog exists (I arrive at my readership numbers the same way I do for quoting any official figure, by picking up arbitrary numbers from the air and adding decimals to it them to make them sound genuine, if this method sounds familiar, there is a 56.45% chance that you've

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I've had it all. Atleast as far as mobile phones go (rest of my life is a whole different ball game). Over the last five years I have bought just about every type of cellphone possible. You name it, I've got it, Small ones, big ones, wide ones, coloured ones, wiith camera, with WAP, with Bluetooth, with Infrared, with interactive games, with detachable shells of 7 different colours, with an

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