Daddy’s Little Boy

I got up today at 11 AM, ecstatic about the fact that I had a holiday on a Monday. My day started with the usual skimming of today’s newspapers, but what was different was that I picked up the Bombay Times newspaper – something that I never do usually. I regretted it instantly.

Slave of Siri

From the outside, I was a normal human being sitting calmly on a bean bag. From the inside, I was a raging giant ball of temper and a volcano threatening to erupt.

So, what now?

“Just 2 minutes left now, and I still have to write an entire answer. Crap!” I told myself while my pen was road-running simultaneously on the exam answer paper.

A for Apple… B for BlackBerry

“Seriously, Shah Rukh Khan? You think standing on top of a building with open arms while lip syncing the lyrics of a song will help you land a chic as hot as Katrina Kaif?” This was me ranting about the overly gestures showcased in Bollywood movies.

Colonoscopy of Valentine’s Day

I have a friend. Let’s just call her… Juliet. I am texting her via WhatsApp one fine day. I notice her WhatsApp status. It goes something like this –



*heart* *rose* *wine glass* *kiss*
TOMORROW– Our day of LOVE
*kiss* *wine glass* *rose* *heart*