I didn't see it coming. It was all coming along so well. It came as a bit of shock actually. But let me back track a bit and provide some backing track to the song of my life over the past few months. I used to write this blog fairly regularly. When I…
I updated my blog recently. I don't know that you noticed, so I am taking the logical way out and announcing it. So you know. Which you won't if you don't read my blog. But you are, because you're here. You are here, right? I'm not just talking to myself? I do that…
NOT THAT KIND OF FAN!
I met this lady online who reads this blog. From all accounts, she loves the posts. With her birthday coming up, she requested that I write a post and dedicate it to her. For her birthday. Which is today. March 7th.
Well, who am I to refuse a request for an article from a female fan? Actually, who am I refuse a request for an article? No one else has ever asked me to write and dedicate anything to them. People have made suggestions, yes, some articles, such as the Mishti Doi propaganda piece, came from suggestions by friends. I even, once, wrote a pome on request! I mean how low could I possibly sink, how desperate could I be when it comes to finding a suitable topic? The correct answer is, “pretty low, quite desperate.”.
Now this request is not (more…)
We're a judgemental lot, we are. I'm no sociologist, and far too lazy to research it, but it may be that making judgements is at the root of homo sapien's instinct for survival. In the modern era, with the interweb weaving it's magical tendrils all around us and enabling snappy judgements, we are…
2015 was the year I invested in a "social presence". Here is my honest review and my responses to the current state. Facebook provides the bulk of my traffic, followed by Wordpress. Facebook has destroyed the concept of Friend and totally diminished and warped the meaning of the word "like".I received connection requests…
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…
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…)
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. Regular readers will remember that once upon a time I was a young man living in Calcutta. This is a story…
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. He has not gracefully aged Grown a forest, wooded and mossy. Discharged fluids so far…
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,…