Thursday, October 29, 2009

Shikha and Sanjay #6

[Wakes Sanjay up with a kiss] I love you darling.


Ya?! Sanjay forget good, that's not even an acceptable answer... [mocking him] Ya!

Oh come on, Shikh! I just woke up... can I have some tea please?

Only in your dreams now. So why don't you go back to sleep, darling?

[After a little pause] Hmmm... [shuts his eyes]

[Climbs over him]
Wake up, you pig!

What now?! You just asked me to sleep!

Gosh, I didn't mean... literally!

Oh you women! Can't understand you at all...

SHIKHA many women do you have 'experience' with, Sanjay?

Well, I was quite a stud in college days, you know.

Ya, sure!
[Chucks a pillow at him. Starts walking out]

Hey where you going now?

To get you tea.

Thanks. I love you!


The story of a couple living the Great Indian Dream... Shikha and Sanjay are both MBAs for a year, married for a year and in love for a little longer than that.

For excerpts from their lives so far, check out the label: 'Shikha + Sanjay'

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


In school, we were taught that sentences cannot begin with 'and'.

That's crazy! I love starting sentences with 'and'... They make a lot of sense.
And they drive the point home really well too!

Friday, October 23, 2009

A bit of my bit

Caught these two cops red-handed, taking bribe at Brigade Road, Bangalore.

Govindaiah (left) and Adiveppa R Latti stopped casually at Geetha Export Garments yesterday evening, close to 6.45 PM. It got me suspicious and I pretended to browse through clothes and talk on the phone.

The moment the shopkeeper passed on the hafta to these guys (probably for using the footpath to display his merchandise), I caught them red-handed and gathered people, who joined me in complete support. I made a call right there to 100 and filed my complaint.

I know it's not going to change the world. But I guess we all need to drop all skepticism and do our bits. I am glad I did.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The love that was...

Just as he finished dusting his old drawer, a book landed on Hari's lap. It was the same old story he was writing in college. As he flipped through it, he found the page stained with Sudha's mango pickle, a seed still stuck between the pages. While reading through the page, he was tempted, twice perhaps, to eat that seed. 'It's some thirty years old. Am I crazy?' he thought and flicked it away. A few pages later he realised that the seed was still there, hanging on to the tip of his index finger.

He gave in. The old seed still had a little flavour to it.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Copy/Paste: Graduation - In a lighter vein!

Life's good these days. Very good, actually. But still, at times, something keeps taking me back to my two years at S P Jain. Today is one such day.

Shilpa Kendre, my batchmate from SPJIMR, is one of my favourite writers. There's amazing simplicity in her writing. And here's an excerpt from the piece she wrote the month we left, about 'The End' of two years at S P Jain:

At the end of two years I have come to realize that I am only professionally and socially more acceptable. I feel I belong to a fraternity. I have a few friends who are much more than just that. I have a couple of memories and also a couple of bad grades. I have a few impressions and a few opinions much of which are of no use. I have seen the tip of the iceberg called the ‘real world’. I have the ability to confuse if not convince others. I am a jackass of all and a master of none. I have a whole bunch of business cards that I can use no more. I have too many contacts in my phone. I have an extra email-id to keep checking, an extra password to remember, a few more groups to join on social networking sites, more passwords to remember, GBs full of digital waste on my laptop, a waistline to match with the ‘broader perspective’ that I earned after coming here, a few timestamps that would be remembered and celebrated for a few years before the enthusiasm dies out, a few more tee shirts to add to the wardrobe, and last but not the least 30 kilos of untouched wisdom in hardcover!

Beautifully written, isn't it?

Friday, October 02, 2009

Wake Up... Bombay

October second and my head is full of violence, thanks to my favourite villain on this blog, the MNS.

Turns out that Raj sahib is now unhappy with 'Wake Up Sid' for calling the city 'Bombay'. MNS sainiks reportedly stopped screening of the movie in Bombay (conscious use of the word) which released today, leaving producer Karan Johar no choice but to apologise to the sahib.

Drove me crazy, yes. But then when you're working in Patna, what more can you do about it... but tweet? So I twate:

Would they prefer being abused in Marathi? RT @ndtv: MNS against the use of word 'Bombay' instead of Mumbai (in Wake Up Sid)

No it was BOMBAY referred to as Bombay! RT @girsubra: MNS angry over Mumbai being referred as Bombay.Evan Appan vittu sothuda..Too much idhu

I guess soon MNS will demand that all porn released in 'Mumbai' carry Marathi subtitles.

Next, we're gonna have 27% reservation for Marathi folks in Bollywood. It's based in 'Mumbai', after all.

And I'm not sure but I've been told... What's the name of the school... The one where Raj sahib's kids go? Bombay Scottish?

While we're at it, tell me Raj sahib, is The Times Group - with their Bombay Times - too powerful for you?

Now me getting worked up is natural and personal - I was born and I grew up in the city I know as Bombay.

But that's a personal issue. There's a larger, general, more fundamental issue here. That of our freedom - constitutional freedom - to call the city Bombay or Bambai. (Or even Baluchistan, if we disregard the technical incorrectness of it.)

Who is MNS to tell me what to call the city?


What surprises me even more is what is Bombay police doing about it?! Here's a man stopping ticket sales, disrupting screenings and making a swaraj out of Bombay. And what's it that you're waiting for, Bombay police? An FIR?