Midnight cooking

English: (2nd Hooghly Bridge), Kolkata, West B...
English: (2nd Hooghly Bridge), Kolkata, West Bengal. 457.2m, built in 1992. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We spent a brief year in the little flat in Lake Gardens. You have met this flat ( apartment, if American ) before. This is the same flat that saw us beat off the Cantankerous Cat. You know also, by now, that we had to contend with Peeping Toms. And, of course there were neighbour. Some were Nosy Neighbours. Other neighbours, though, were quite confused.

Just like we were. We’d moved in with (more…)

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Why I don’t shop at the GAP anymore

English: GAP's new corporate logo
English: GAP’s new corporate logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The header says it. I won’t. I don’t. Not anymore.

My first ever pair of blue jeans were from GAP. In the late 70’s these were flared jeans of the requisite blue denim. As a penniless ( or paisaless ) teenager I’ve had my fashion challenges. Some of these have been documented, notably in the story (more…)

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  • Post published:November 23, 2015
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Alice doesn’t wear drawers, anymore

It’s funny how words have more than one meaning. It’s funny how that one fact can give rise to some very funny situations. Here is one I remember from an earlier time.

English: Flowchart about how to become an Indi...
English: Flowchart about how to become an Indian Chartered Accountant (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Regular readers will remember that once upon a time I was a young man living in Calcutta. This is a story about a time when, as a 19-year-old, I was serving my 3-year sentence as Articled Clerk to a firm of Chartered Accountants. This was a mandatory service required to be a Chartered Accountant. You had to pass two sets of exams too, the first of which I failed miserably and did not bother to retake. Thus, you’re reading the words of a loser, dropout and quitter, all rolled into one. I prefer to think of it as a providential escape from the humdrum world of accounting to the exciting world of a lion tamer, which is what I became. ( But that’s another story… ) (more…)

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Ode to The Nose

A kitten licking its nose.
I put this in there to entice the unsuspecting cat lovers…..    A kitten licking its nose. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He’s a good friend to me, he is.
Wherever I go he goes before me.
In a public urinal when I go to piss
He alerts me to dally not, but pee
quickly and get the hell out. (more…)

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Spittle, Drool, Saliva, Snot and Slime

Kleenex logo
Kleenex logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Just over 4 years ago, I had a nose job. Why, you ask? Wasn’t your old nose good enough for you? The short answer is, No. It wasn’t good enough to perform its primary purpose. From a purely external aesthetic standpoint, it was perfect, or as near as perfect as one could want, but the internals were defective. I wrote about that here.

About 20 years ago, I was sitting with my sister on the terrace of my other sister’s house. In the deepening gloom of the Calcutta evening, she peered at me and said “Why is your right eye smaller than your left eye? Does it feel different?” (more…)

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Guest Post: Out of the mouths of babes and infants

<This one comes from Soumya Mukherjee, an erstwhile school mate, who is today a professional insurance executive, professional dreamer ( like me ) and professional drinker and smoker ( unlike me. ) He is one of those silent readers of SloWord, though he has managed to overcome his chronic case of non-techitis to post the occasional comment. He has been writing for a long time and has a considerably larger following than I do, despite learning the basics of blogging barely a year ago. A testament to the quality of his writing, one presumes. Either that or he is uncommonly good at twisting the arms of his friends, relatives and acquaintances to make them read his blog. Read more from him here Idyll Dreams of an Idle Fellow. >

what? Do i look funny or something?
what? Do i look funny or something? (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There was a popular American television programme where a celebrity host asked some questions to various toddlers and got perfectly honest and logical responses which sounded hilarious to adults. (more…)

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The Traveling IT guy and …

Once upon a time there lived an IT guy. He was young, some say he was good-looking. He loved and was loved by a young IT gal. They loved in a small flat on the ground floor of a quiet neighborhood of Calcutta. He was not quite tall and not really of medium height, but somewhere in between. She was of just the right (more…)

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Roti Shapes and the Brain

Deutsch: Chapati / Roti / Indisches Fladenbrot
Deutsch: Chapati / Roti / Indisches Fladenbrot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So the question asked is this “Do round rotis taste better than non-round ones?”.

And that is an interesting, very interesting, question. It brings to the fore many concepts that we possibly take for granted, but perhaps should review more often. So let’s take a look at the question and break it down.

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The Path

1-IMG_0115The path to the future never did run straight
I have to walk along it, the silent victim of fate.
The sun plays hide and seek between the trees
Zephyrs lay their gentle touch, the buzzing bees
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Late Kate – Regret

I normally do not regret anything I've done. I did it at the time and based my decision on the situation at the time and the data available at the time. The situation was quite simply this - Kate Middleton was at the end of her first pregnancy and I have not forgotten…

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