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When thoughts, actions, words, don’t quite add up…
Me, standing at the entrance of a Patel Chowk-bound train, Mozart’s Lacrimosa playing in my ears. Man, sprinting from the stairs, towards my metro car’s entrance. Man, yelling: Hayooda? Hayooda? Hayooda? Me, yelling, hand outstretched to stop him: Nahin, nahin! Bombardier! The man, skids to a halt just outside the door. The doors close. The train…
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Dude! Where’s my horse?!
Dude! Where’s my horse?! is my take (and experience) on how words come to acquire so many different, colourful, odd meanings in different parts of India. When reality and metaphors collide, it can result in some hilarity!
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Cawt!!!
If you’ve lived in Bangalore for even the shortest time, you’re no stranger to checkposts and random traffic stops. Getting stopped by amateurs close to midnight is another thing altogether….
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A pup with two lives!
Driving at 70 Kmph along the Metro line, heading towards City Center, past the traffic island at Golf Course – I noticed a cement mixer truck three cars ahead of mine swerve to the left. In fairly quick succession, the next two cars swerved too, one to the left, the other to the right. It…
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Is your mom like this, too?
This evening, at about 10 PM, I received this message: India batting against Australia T20 2nd half. My thoughts, precisely, were in this sequence: Is India in Australia? If not, when did Australia arrive? What trophy is this? Wait… What on earth??? I cannot help but feel a little embarrassed when my mother does this…