Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Family weddings are good for the health.
I can spend all the time getting a decent workout from running away from the queries like "what are your expectations.." , "When is your turn.." , presented to me by little old ladies who seem to pop out of everywhere.

I was surprised the other day though, when my usual parking spot at home was occupied by a BMW when I returned after (yet another) long day at office. Even more surprising was that the gentleman owner was actually a visitor at my home. They were discussing..oh well. Excuse me sir, has it occurred to you, that even if we disregard other things, you folks are way way way above my league? Not that I have the slightest interest in these matters.

Now that we are on the subject of female companionship, I might add that Europe(from where the Donkey is back from his mule-ing duties) is a wonderful place to be with one!

Just walking down its cobbled streets and soaking it all in...the buildings, the slim and pretty and very fashionable ladies , the snotty men who pretended not to understand English, the street cafes, the quirky and stylish cars and the boutique shops.... filled me with a warm fuzzy feeling!

Antwerp is full of things I cannot afford.

Brussels seems to be the centre of the European universe. Its like they want to be symbolic of the continent, just like people equate NY with the USA.

And Amsterdam seems to be a city full of pot smoking pornography peddlers. Not really a place where you walk into a toy-shop expecting to find Chinese plastic cars.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Comment moderation.

Sorry guys, had to enable moderation for comments to get rid of my quite considerable Chinese fan following, who, even though were engaged in the noble task of encouraging visitors to this blog to enhance their manliness with their help, didnt quite catch my fancy.

PS: I also now officially hate Facebook , because it gives me a glimpse of the utterly charmed life everybody else is leading.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Coming out.

Its been years. Years and years since I have been waiting for this moment.
Thought that apprehension of it all would go away as time progressed. But it hasnt. Got a lump in my throat as big as an apple as I am writing this.
I used to think that no, most certainly I am not the ONLY one in the world like this. There must be others, and yes, there most certainly are, but they can be very strongly stereotyped. Not me. Infact, some would indeed say that they never expected me to ever turn out like this.
But I can only hide this for so long, before people come to know through means other than me.
So here goes...thats me 'coming out' : I. Cant. Park.

There. I said it.
I cant park to save my life. The very thought of steering a big machine into a marked area into which it sort of fits fills my heart with great fear. And there is a monstrous knot in my tummy everytime I actually have to reverse into some place.
I sometimes walk for many kilometers to my destination just because the parking spot earlier on was "just so fine".
I have seen completely new drivers execute a perfect parallel park and dithering old ladies deftly sliding their cars in spots smaller than their car itself.
So why me ? Was I..err..born with it ?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Its a sign of worry when your parents show up serious faced into your room out of the blue. More so if they have been having some sort of discussion amongst themselves before that.

What is the reason you are spending inordinately long times in office these days ? - They ask.
Is it because there is *someone* we should be knowing about ? - She asks.

Ahh... they have no idea do they?

Ofcourse its about someone they should know !

Infact, I have the nagging suspicion that they already know..

The people luring me into the dark innards of the office (why dark? because they are darned keen to switch off all lights post 9pm..) , are a certain Mr. Mohandas Gandhi and a certain Mr.Benjamin Franklin .

Boy...do I love them!!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Pune Blasts

Is Mr.Manmohan Singh waiting for a Nobel Peace Prize nomination ?????

Friday, January 1, 2010

The year that was..

The year was.. umm.. a bit of a blur to be frank.

For starters, I changed my postal address in the past 1 year. Twice. That essentially breaks all my previous records of postal address changing in one year.
The last time I did that , I was about 12 years old.
First time around, my pincodes were changed.
Second time around, my pincode was changed to a zipcode.

Also, I declared to anyone I came across that if at all I was still doing what I was doing where I was doing by the end of the year, I would quit doing it.
Well, the latter part of the condition has changed, but not how I originally intended it to.

Heck, I cant even remember any micro details of the past year. Is it a good thing ? Maybe.