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Posts Tagged ‘books’

Settling in Blues

Its been a while since I have blogged. After the funny incident involving the cops at the Jor Bagh metro station, things have been busy and hectic. With trips to Kerala, Mysore, Mumbai, Hyderabad and then to Israel, interspersed in between with work, I've not really had much time to do anything of note. In addition, I was asked to shift out of [...]

My Cousin’s Wedding and Other Stories

Well, I made up the other stories part so you'd start reading, but I wouldn't hold it against you if you were to just close the window. So, on Saturday evening, I left Bangalore for Mangalore via train and returned on Monday morning. It had been almost two years since I had visited Mangalore, and that was in January 2007 for the wedding of a [...]

Star Wars Happy Meal Toys at McDonalds

When I was cleaning my house in Bangalore the other day, I took out a lot of arbit stuff that had accumulated in the show case. Out went a lot of old irrelevant papers, the CDs that lay strewn about were packed neatly into a pouch, and some of the other stuff that I kept in there merely because space was available was then placed appropriately in [...]

The “Rock On” Roast

Now that the entire hoopla about 'Rock On' has finally died down, I thought it is time to resurrect it again and engage in a roast dedicated to the movie. As defined in the wiki page that I hope you haven't been lazy enough not to click on, a Roast refers to the opportunity to make uninhibited fun and this is precisely what I am about to do. [...]

India’s Answer to Prom Night

I am quite sure everyone who has chanced upon this website knows what prom night is. Prom night has had enough and more references in movies, books and other means of propagating mainstream American pop culture to have remained hidden from those outside of the US and Canada. Prom, short for promenade is a social gathering that marks the end of [...]

Yay!!! South Bangalore gets a Multiplex!!!

...with a mall thrown in for added measure. Yes, all of us that live and take pride in the awesomeness and modesty of south Bangalore now don't have to suffer the indignity of going all the way to the Forum, to Garuda Mall, to Lido Mall, or God forbid, to that horribly distant Innovative Multiplex to watch a movie. Not just that, as an [...]

Notes about Nothing – Seattle Diary

Its been five months since I returned from Seattle, but somehow something or the other happens that invariably takes my mind back to my trip there. This is a post about some of those memory refreshing incidents that have happened since I got back. * Grey's Anatomy: My sister follows the serial, although I haven't seen more than ten minutes of [...]

Self Deprecation Rules

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution. Words from Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" that just endorse my theory of self-deprication being better than someone else pointing fingers and berating one [...]

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