It is very hard to stay open even to the things
we think we have been waiting for all our lives
When the movie How to lose a
guy in 10 days released, all
my friends sniggered saying,
“Why 10 days? Ask BG, he
will tell you how to lose
anything with just one line.” Though I
gnashed my teeth and foamed at the mouth,
a line of career and relationship possibilities
I had ended infamously with my one-liner
came to my mind.That ended it.
Goodness me......my eyes are literally closing but i just
cannot go to sleep right now its just 4.45 pm EST which is 2.15 am IST...
i feel like a total seal fish...so sluggish....
if someone sang me a lullaby i'd just dose off in like a second...
also its not just that am sleepy but ate like a pig...
It just did.
A cinematographer cousin called excitedly
from filmcity. He had just clinched
a regional film and he was going to be the cameraman.
“Aahahahahaha!” I responded and
added, “Jack and Jillu, went up the hillu.
Aaaahahahahahaha!” Hearing no answer, I
continued, “Surely there will be a cockroach
in the shower scene and the heroine will
make ‘haun, aaaooon’ sounds, how are you
going to control your laughter?”
I spoke for a full 10 minutes about the
heroes’ cherry red pants, overflowing wigs
and painted lips before I realised he had hung
up right after Jack and Jill went up the hill.
I mean hillu./////\\\

I was online with NM talking about roadside food in cuttack. The foody
I am....err, self correction the finicky foodie i am (as the whole topic of Dahi Vada(curd vada) & aloo dum came up when we started
discussing hygiene in India) we started talking of chowmin and ever since that discussion I was craving for chowmines. At the back of my

mind
i was trying to think of a place where i'd get chowmine past 10 at night. The only two places I could think of were parkside or
bajrakbati square and noways I was going to bajrakbati square as its really really yucky to eat there and of course I wasnt going to
parkside all by myself....anyways i somehow ignored that craving n started walking towards the gate. Its usually a 7-10 min walk peaceful

walk until
the gate so i land up returning back calls on the way. So i called up AS returning his call from day before...both of us had been wanting
to catch up over a coffee the other day but cudnt manage to meet.

Me : Hey, wassup?
Sp : Am good yaar you tell me wassup?
Me : Ah am just on my way back home so thought will just return your
callas it got pretty late. You wanted to catch up for coffee but stepping out day before wudnt have been a good idea being few day
after holi n all and the crowd near Cafe Coffee Day would be nasty.
Sp : Oh yeah no worries, if you wanna catch up today or something, we can go am not even sleepy.
Me: Hmmm......sounds good...btw once before bthe strawberry season is
over we should go to Bachelors also (Bachelors is r fav roadside joint in park side for junk food)
Sp: Hey I dont even mind going there today, wanna go???? (As if he was just waiting for me to say this)
Me:You sure your alright with it (Ofcourse yes , lets go there today
itself i cant wait for the weekend, i was anyways craving for junk food)
Sp: Cool, ask yur sis also if she wants to join n i'll pick you up in half an hour
Me: Alrighty dude I can wait to get to Bachelors

Until few years ago I had a full-time job with
a web agency, a lovely informal place, a veritable
college campus kind of set-up. I was
returning to work after a short spell of leave
when I found the office boy carrying a large
tray of tea and biscuits. I was excited because
he usually serves only tea in plastic tiny glass. I began a trot at
the bottom of the stairs and began a chant,
“Biscuits, biscuits, biscuits”. Keeping up the
trot and incantation I barged into the office
blindly shouting “biscuits, biscuits,” when
I found a line of coated and booted men sitting
around the conference table — all new
clients! My boss, a usually dark man, had
turned beetroot in colour, while his associate
was a bristling angry carrot. Two of my colleagues
were ducking under the table, lest
they had to admit that they knew me.
“THIS, is our content head,” sputtered my
boss introducing me, and all I could say was,
“Wow! Cream biscuits.”
But amidst all this faux pas, let me also tell
you of a win I made with my one-liner. In my
first job, I was constantly running into trouble
with my Delivery lead. Nothing I did was
ever right. I felt harassed. A friend suggested
that I break ice with the Delivery lead by asking
him something totally unexpected. I had no
clue what to ask when by chance I found
myself seated next to him at lunch. I realised
now was the perfect time to ask that unexpected
question or not at all. The air was
tense. “What is the colour of your underwear?”
I asked suddenly.
“Red,” he replied spontaneously without
turning. Two minutes later we both were
laughing like crazies. We have remained good
friends ever since.