• We Speak Nice English- Blunderful Life

    by  • April 30, 2012 • 4 Comments

    Like every sitcom these days has a representative Indian sidekick, every engineering college in India has at least one professor who is known for his blunderful statements.  These grammatical errors, word mix-ups and unfortunate spoonerisms provide the students with a lifetime supply of laughing material. When people reminiscence about their student life, conversations invariably...

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    We Speak Nice English – Lost in Translation

    by  • April 13, 2012 • 4 Comments

    “I will give you nicely. But no use only. Dog’s tail will be bent only.” While it makes no sense to more than 80% of the people, in me and I daresay in most Indians, the above statement evokes nostalgia. Albeit nostalgia with a tinge of fear. This statement featured regularly in the daily...

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    We Speak Nice English – Mother Promise

    by  • April 7, 2012 • 2 Comments

    Believe it or not, we Indians speak English. In fact we are nice people who speak this nice language so nicely that we adopted the language and made it our own. Nice. No? Contrary to what Indian culture police would have us believe, English is a lot of things to Indians. But foreign isn’t...

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    Change to Spare

    by  • March 22, 2012 • 4 Comments

    “It isn’t working out for me.”, I blurted out, finally speaking my mind. Just as I expected there was shock and disbelief on his face. After months of wallowing in self-doubt and drowning out the nagging inner voices with nihilistic ear-drum raping dubstep, I had done it. All I felt was relief immense relief.But...

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    To Give Or Not To Give

    by  • December 28, 2011 • 2 Comments

    ‘Tis’ the season of giving’ proclaimed a sign board outside my office,  in big bold red letters. If there is one thing that you probably should know about me, it is that I do not argue with anything written in big bold red letters. There is something about that typography and color combination that...

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    The Funk, The Thing And The Rest

    by  • December 2, 2011 • 11 Comments

    “I need to find my thing” S said and I understood. “Me too”, I said. We listened to the static crackle on the long distance line for a few seconds before we ended the call and got back to our unsatisfying lives. We – S and I, are two kindred spirits, on the wrong side of...

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    In Coffee We Trust

    by  • November 30, 2011 • 8 Comments

    As a smartcard carrying member of the genus of organisms that convert coffee to code (aka software engineers), every day at 3 o’clock, I leave my desk and dutifully head down to the barista in my building for my hit of caffeine. In a world full of choices and distractions, even a seemingly mundane task...

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    Anatomy Of An Indian Get-Together : Part II

    by  • October 27, 2011 • 10 Comments

    (Please read the section one of this guide here ,if you have not already done so. Side effects of not following the above instruction include confusion, loss of interest, dizziness, diarrhoea,  and sudden death. Since I have a very limited number of readers, losing you will sadden me immensely. So please read the part one PS:...

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    Anatomy Of An Indian Get-Together : Part I – Glossary

    by  • October 13, 2011 • 9 Comments

    Congregating in large numbers is the unofficial national sport of India. We, Indians, visit. We are known to make long trips to visit our relatives. Our vacations are planned around visitations and social obligations. We visit our next door neighbors on a regular basis. When we are in the neighborhood of someone we once...

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    Versatile? Talking About Me?

    by  • October 10, 2011 • 8 Comments

    I feel so ungrateful, unappreciative and a few more words in the same vein. About a month back, I was nominated for ‘The Versatile Blogger’ award by Diane Henders. Though I jumped for joy when I first saw the post, I haven’t taken the time to thank her or follow the chain mail  (She...

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    Eyes Eyes Baby!

    by  • October 4, 2011 • 10 Comments

    Of all the things your mother never warned you about, sunroofs are probably the most dangerous. Such profundity! I am almost impressed with myself. I would have been celebrating and patting myself on the back, had this not been knowledge attained through firsthand experience. Warning ! Abrupt transition ahead. What do masochists in Seattle...

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    Imagining Dubstep

    by  • September 8, 2011 • 2 Comments

    It does indeed look like this in my brain too. Only difference is, I see draker backgrounds and neon colors This one is for my little bro Liam! What Dubstep looks like this inside my brain… well, that and battle robots riding dinosaurs with laser-beams attached to their heads.  ...

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