Elder brotherly

Scene 1:
She comes down home. Aerosmith has come down to town, and I have a ticket. she forces me to get one for her too. I crib, but oblige.
During the concert, she gets lost. There is no connectivity on the cell phone, and I am scared. She doesn’t know anything or anybody in this city. Enjoy [...]

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And the answer

is Bluegrass….
The question, if you were wondering, was asked a while back….

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On Marriage, and Baby Borrowers, and idiocy

Have you seen ‘Baby Borrowers’? Good if you didn’t. Pathetic.
There are some Reality TV realities one really does not want to see.
So here is the story.
Id is MTM’s best friend. Or not. Id is MTM’s second best friend, after Cil. I went out for sushi with Cil the other day, he stays right here in [...]

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My Deprived Childhood, and Terry Pratchett’s…

There are many reasons why one should adore Terry Pratchett. Here’s another, for me. He can speak for me. Like he did at 1985. Sample this.
I had a deprived childhood, you see. I had lots of other kids to play with and my parents bought me outdoor toys and refused to ill-treat me, so it [...]

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The place

had grey glazed flooring. Nothing fancy… no marble or anything, no tiles even. Three rooms: yellow walls, yellow walls and green walls. 10 feet by 10 feet each. a foot and a half of white colouring at the top and the bottom. Ceiling fans, one soundless, one gently whirring (that was grandma’s room), and another rotating with a [...]

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Who would you want to be?

Guy X is from an affluent and cultured Tamilian family with successful parents. Has stayed in at least three Indian metro cities during school and college. Speaks pristine, exemplary English and is bad in the vernacular languages of his choice. Has gone to the best of schools and to a good engineering college. Is not [...]

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Fuck sounds

Trying to manage some sleep, while there are fuck sounds coming from the downstairs apartment. And this is a rather plush hotel/service apartment.
Do american women moan louder during copulation? I suppose as much.
Shaaaaaaaaadduuuuuuup! I’m trying to sleep here!

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Beck, and not getting along, and behind blue eyes..

And i don’t get along with Beck. At all. The kaleidoscope through which he sees the world, and the one I use, are composed of complimentary colours.
And that’s why it is fun to catch up with him. We know each other for ages, remember? We drink like fish, we crib about our wives not being [...]

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In which we talk to mother.

So, I finally told mother about this.
She took it surprisingly well, getting into the long winding stories of her month long dissertation trip with the tribals in some remote part of India, and the misadventures of walking through rivers, of eating unidentifiable pastes, of the dances through the moonlight, of talking to the tribal heads, [...]

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Time of my life?

In blogdom, which is the most bastardized phrase / line from a song? Here’s my argument …
 
“Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road” (Good Riddance / Greenday/ Nimrod / 1997)
 
Really, I doubt if a year has gone by post the invention of blogs, when this song has not been used by at least [...]

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