Ok, so I don’t review movies because to review movies you have to either watch the movie with full on concentration of a 99% Hydro-Chloric Acid analyzing each and every fiber of the movie screen or re-view movie several times so that you can remember at what instant Director forgot the script or when Actor acted like aContinue reading “Rise of the Planet of the Monkey Thieves”
One Bloody Super Hero Post
Will it pain? No no, I faint even at the sight of it. Umm No. Why should I? But I am so thin.. Injection? OMG! Na, you cannot give, you are positive! Quick Update: I bought Geeky glasses few days back. They are not geeky per se but nowadays people don’t use these kindContinue reading “One Bloody Super Hero Post”
Puchka 101
Tell me, what pleases a female most. Yes, you can run your imagination wild. Without digressing, try to think that what gives her the much-wanted cheer, the confidence of being a woman, the tears of joy in her eyes, the beautiful crunching sound to her ears and the ultimate kick, again figuratively. Sigh, brush up yourContinue reading “Puchka 101”
Going anti-social – 1
There was something missing (my win most probably) in our duel last night, so I came back to continue our incomplete fight. But, what I encountered was an unusual sight. As the usual place of meet up was plain blank and your window was ghostly white. I tried to peek but you were nowhere toContinue reading “Going anti-social – 1”
One Year in Bangalore
So I reached a place called Iggalur, Southern most part of Bangalore. Total green, total South India. Half of the people there speak Tamil and the others Kannada. Both languages being similar to Buffalos to me (Kaala Akshar Bhains Barabar, Sherlock). Tamil was like Pi written in all the angles possible and Kannada mostly ‘W’s.Continue reading “One Year in Bangalore”
Rhyming is dying
No crushes to crush, no destinations to rush, No paints to brush, no memories to flush, No unsuccessful infatuations, no twisted situations, No ugly conversations, no heated discussions, No job interviews left, no plan of bank theft, No skills to adapt, no mistakes to correct, No affairs to end, no fragile castles of sand, NoContinue reading “Rhyming is dying”