All the sweetness has left for the day. Only sarcasm is staying back to deal with the nonsense you throw at me. Grr!

..one of those days when I have a million thoughts running through my mind. I want to put them down but I can’t. I am unwell, have severe tonsils and need to see an E.N.T. surgeon. I don’t want to. He’ll ask me to get my tonsils knocked off. Brr..

Namz was feeling creative a few days ago. She is creative 24/7..no doubt but that day she asked me give her a brief outline of ‘The Tuscan Dream’ to work on. She then penned down some M ‘n’ B style story for me. Thanx again, Namz. Here’s what she wrote:

THE TUSCAN DREAM
(dedicated to my [...]

After so many months of debating whether I should get my hair straightened, I put all those queries and doubts to rest today by eventually getting them done.
Like last time, I had Ameesh do the magic. Though, unlike last time, I had to go to his place where his wife helped him through my tresses. [...]

I make these friendly guest appearances and then disappear for weeks, only to resurface and then again get back into my shell. I know, that’s not a nice thing to do but work committments keep me occupied…afterall ‘paapi pet ka sawaal hai’. Pet? I’m hungry…let me see what I can eat.
Hell! There’s nothing. Well, technically [...]

I like X’mas. I like the way Bandra lights up to welcome this festive season. I like the small cottages with decorations and cheer around them. The malls and shopping arcades turn into hubs of frantic activity but more than anything, I like the X’mas sweets that my neighbour sends us year after year.
This year [...]

Fumbles, mumbles and jumbles. What a disaster!

I suck @ sports. I really do. I can’t run, kick, catch, field nor do any of those things that would qualify me as an average sports person. Anyway, had organized for cricket for the entire office. What an event that was! I got out on duck tho. Obviously, if one tries to whack a [...]

..full of surprises, hugs and kisses and loads of good wishes.
(to be continued..)

I was rummaging through some memoirs and found my tattered scrapbook. It was my most prized possession when I was in school. I collected silly poems, weird songs, stupid jokes, lousy drawings, useless trivia, newspaper cuttings, letters, cards, stickers and autographs which are all a farce now, in that 200 page book. I was flipping [...]