¡Que Guapo!
Retro, i see a cute football player, I have the hots for Cesc Fabregas. You only see the Arsenal shirt, don’t you?
At least give it to me, I find cute football players in the RIGHT team.
Torres was also being considered.
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Perspective.
Posted in With a little help from my frunds. on July 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Weekend with Jake and Murray
Posted in With a little help from my frunds. on July 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A while back.
You know about Jake and Murray, yes you do, dear reader.
And isn’t it obvious that I will have had the best two days in recent times in their company, in NYC? Theirs have been parallel, eventful mini-lives to mine as well…
Murray has become warmer, more human, Jake and I agree.
I have become more mature, Murray [...]
Excellent English!
Posted in Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da, With a little help from my frunds. on July 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You have excellent English!
Mentioned the Boston-Brahmin to me. You know the concept of whites and grammar, you read stuff white people like, don’t you?
But somehow, I am not chuffed, as Indians are expected to be when similarly praised by whites. There is something just not correct here.
Well, we both got it from the same source, the [...]
On playing against stereotype
Posted in A hard day's night, With a little help from my frunds., tagged trip on July 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
After coming back, the toughest part has been answering questions on why I decided to travel alone. (I did get the question there a lot as well, but they seemed a little less judgmental.)
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Ma finally hyper reacted, like I had originally expected her to. I told her about the little fight, she blew her top [...]
In which we talk about the emotional one.
Posted in Ask me why, With a little help from my frunds., tagged trip on July 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
There are three sections I categorize my male friends under. A, the type who can’t stop talking about how much alcohol I can guzzle. B, the type who assume the role of the protector, and can’t stop talking about how insane or mad I am. And C – the ones who are genuinely happy for [...]
And the answer
Posted in In my lyfe, When I'm sixty-four, With a little help from my frunds. on July 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
is Bluegrass….
The question, if you were wondering, was asked a while back….
Because you cannot take the pollution…
Posted in Ask me why, With a little help from my frunds. on July 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You are lost, mind you. You haven’t lost, you haven’t lost it, you just are lost.
You were never gregarious. You were snappy. You were fun alright, and good ….
And we, all of us, had the need for people. Four years in a hostel make us needy. Make us needy for other people. For conversation, for [...]
Who would you want to be?
Posted in In my lyfe, With a little help from my frunds. on June 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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 [...]
Time of my life?
Posted in In my lyfe, With a little help from my frunds. on June 5, 2008 | 2 Comments »
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 [...]
Holding fort…
Posted in With a little help from my frunds. on June 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
And yes readers, we know that you keep coming back here to hear from my co-blogger. But she is on the verge of having the vacation of her lifetime (or so I think), and so……
And so I will have to be the sole provider of entertainment for a while.
And yeah, do come back after a [...]