tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200217672011-12-01T12:23:37.656+05:30ummm. you don't think the kettle had much to tell the mug, do you?Instinctive Travellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13874090599130337004noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20021767.post-10721942018902688572010-05-14T22:09:00.000+05:302010-05-30T13:36:59.919+05:30

UB headquarters in Bangalore. A very impressive building. Force India hotbod on wheels. A model of the F1 in the reception at UB headquarters. The Kingfisher calendar occupies one wall of the lobby of the headquarters. This calendar is the work of ace photographer Atul KAsbekar. Follow him on Twitter @atulkasbekar This is UB City, the posh mall just across the UB headquarters. Vijay Mallya

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I clicked this at the Krishnagiri dam. Killer, you'd agree!

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You gotta love Twitter. Helps you connect in a whole different way. I've even won a contest on Twitter. Actually it was a mug from ChannelV.Though I've been on Twitter only a while now, I guess I'm getting the hang of things. Disillusion me if I'm merely on a trip here.So here goes. This is how I made 20 followers in a single day, without following anyone. If you do the math - even at an average

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When I wanted to post an audio bit on to Blogger, I was going around in circles. A whole day of search later I found the following website that can help you do it.www.edublogs.tv/index.phpYou need to register on this site. Go to 'Audio' and upload your audio file there. A code will be generated, which all you need to do is copy and paste on to Blogger in 'Edit Html' mode. That's it! (Hey, this

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Like I need to be reminded that the Taj Mahal is really, really a wonder, see? So I must thank this nice man who thought up this whole New Seven Wonders thing. Where's the Taj anyways? Is this the Trump Taj? No. No. No. I remember now, this must be the one in Agra. The one that's all marble and moonshine. Didn't this cool chap called Shah Jahan build it like for his girl, no his wife? That

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Only Bush can manage to call the Pope ‘Sir’ and then go on to describe him as “very smart”. So, ok, The Bush didn’t tell the pontiff that he’s a darn nice man or whack his back but he came close, don’t you think? This man… this president has been blundering for long now. And the world’s been rolling in the isles. Sample this:"Suiciders are willing to kill innocent life in order to send the

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And to think that they are the one's who pilot world affairs. How much more insular can you get? For all you know you'll learn in America that Guyana is a tropical disease. Thank you for the forward Aruna. Illuminating, really.

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You saw it last in Casino Royale. Parkour or the Art of Displacement is a physical art of French origin, the aim of which is to move from point A to point B as efficiently and quickly as possible using nothing but your legs. According to the founder of this activity, David Belle, the spirit of parkour is guided in part by the notions of 'escape' and 'reach', that is, the idea of using physical

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Have you ever had someone jump on you unawares with a sales trick?Someone just did that to me. I’d no more than come out my gate when this man I presumed was a tenant in the crowded neighborhood I live in, bumped into me and mumbled something that was supposed to be a sales pitch, though I didn’t catch it in the beginning.It was when he rudely thrust a packet of sweetmeats at me, an action that

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That there is a pangram - a sentence which uses every letter of the alphabet. All twenty six of them. Go on! Count them right now. And then if you want to know more go here. Wait... you can also download the picture above to your desktop.

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Look what I saw from across the Marina this morning. My jaw almost dropped. Jack Sparrow... forgive me. It was only a few days before that I was wondering if the Captain would be back. And then I see this!This ship here is supposed to be the world's largest sailing wooden replica - the Swedish vessel Gotheborg. And she's sailed into Chennai as part of a 10-day Sweden Comes to Chennai programme.

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Possible. Because it's now a matter of the politically correct. Smacks of hypocrisy, but there you are, that's the way of the world. Ugh... I must admit, I'm no political commentator or for that matter an analyst. But really, do you need to be one to know which direction the wind is blowing in?Nevertheless the shame of the whole disgusting Big Brother episode will stay a long time. Imagine racism

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Ever wondered what we do for the Pongal festival that falls in January every year? Here's something my friend Vinita shot at her church, with her mobile phone. Pongal is a harvest festival in Tamil Nadu, India. So you get yourself a mud pot that's usually painted on the outside with ethnic designs. You place it on a wood stove and put in rice to boil. That's how you make Pongal, which also

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This is way, way brainy. Way, way out of this world. Didn't you just laugh when you read the title? But it's true. Celebrity pubic hair is on sale! It might just jar you that this whole exercise is to finance charity. Here, let's hear it right from the horse's mouth:How does it work?It's quite simple, really. As a result of a very successful direct campaign, celebrities from all over the world

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The whole affair was a façade, a smokescreen to prolong his stay in office and lessen the accruing damage. But Nixon was only getting deeper into the dirt he’d gotten himself into and by God, did it smell to the high heavens! Florentyna followed the charade closely thinking: “What a sham!” There was a knock on the door. I book marked the page I was reading, before tossing it on bed, thinking

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I wonder if you do this.Ugh… how do I put it, delicately? Ok, take my head. I’ll put it straight to you. Do you… ugh… arrange it so that you discard only while you are at office? You know…the poop thing? Or do you know someone who does?While you’re still smiling or killing the disgust, I’d like to remind you that it’s rather a nice diversion. Don’t you think? I bet it’s better than bitching, nail

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Click on the image to enlarge. This cartoon strip appeared in some New York newspaper. Thank you Vinitha for the forward.

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Huh! Sriram's going to lynch me for the title that’s so obvious. I could have done better. But look at him! So much like Daniel Craig the new 007 in Casino Royale, menace and all. The aquiline nose and French beard only underscore the dark mood here. He'd make a wonderful villain don't you think? Ugh... Sriram, perhaps you should forward this photograph of yours to some of the movie guys in

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This is late again. Did I mention in my last post about how I'm always late off the starters block? I did huh? So you get the drift. But here's a question for you:Ever spent New Years' Eve busy with celebrations in a small town?I have. I'm a small town chappie myself, but I've never enjoyed New Years' Eve in my hometown. But this time I did in an equally quaint small town that was a buzz with

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Ugh! That was absolutely insolent of me. Captain. CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow it is. And I'll never get that wrong again. I'm this late bloomer, if that's the word. I get everything backwards. I miss out on a lot of things and then before regret buries me alive, I indulge to save my soul. What was that saying again... better late than never. Touché!I love Captain Jack Sparrow.Don't you too? That was a

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Remember a time when the arrival of Santa to the accompaniment of drumbeats and lilting tunes on ancient harmonicas used to be one of the highpoints of Christmas? Those were the times when Santa’s were Santa’s, right out of the picture books. Roly-poly elder citizens who interacted with family members, especially the children, giving away candies and balloons…But not anymore.Cut to the present

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- You answer the door before people knock. - You ski uphill. - You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse. - You're the employee of the month at the local coffeehouse and you don't even work there. - You can type sixty words per minute ... with your feet. - You can jump-start your car without cables. - You don't sweat, you percolate. - You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee. - You

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Click to enlarge and download. There's another one a little way down this page, if you'd like.Inspiration courtesy: gapingvoid

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Reverence is what I feel each time I see an apple product. That includes their website. Clean. Aseptic, even. Crisp. Friendly. And so design-oriented. I'm not getting into what makes them iconic. That's there for you to see. But perhaps you'd like to go to this website and drool. Ahem! There's a line on the header of this website that goes "The picture of the fictitious Apple product was made".

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Now, I do admit that it's mighty easy to smear the work of others. But I'm doing it now. Without further preamble, let me tell you that I found this book The Righteous Men by Sam Bourne a huge let down. There isn't a story in there. But guess why I picked it up? Because the tag read - The end of the world is coming. One body at a time. Boy! That’s dramatic by any standards and then the first page

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I guess we were all wrong about the choice of 007. This one seems to be as lethal as they come. I must admit I haven't seen it yet, what with it being released just yesterday and it being a hectic workday.But reliable word of mouth is that Casino Royale is a real spectacle. Bond seems to have gone a whole league away from stereotype. I must see this movie, if only to prove a point to that loud

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Bhargav hates school. Any guesses what he likes doing instead? Ok. You’ve guessed. And his mother is all for it. Aren't there times when we'd wished our parents would just let us be - to follow our calling, if ever there was one? I guess to each one of us it's a story-never-to-be-told, as big as War and Peace itself, though not as profound perhaps.Click on the picture to enlarge and download as

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You're off to Mumbai. But there's the problem. You don't know a word of Hindi. What if you suddenly needed direction to the loo? Or you wanted to take a quick shit and you can't for your dear life figure if you'd have to head east or southeast to do the deed? Oui ma! Whatever will you do in these situations that strip even a diplomat of all finesse? There's a thought.Ugh... while you're

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Click to enlarge and download, if you prefer. (Please prefer ... I'll close my eyes while you do).  Inspiration courtesy: gapingvoid

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Please, please do forgive me for the horrible lighting in the photograph. A Canon A240 forgets it's a camera, when in dull light.I know I do injustice to the mural in the picture and to the artist. Sandhya has just completed her very first mural. And lookee! She’s framed it too. That's a stunner for a first. But then she's no novice.She's been painting since she was a child. Oh, and she paints

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There are so many who do the aping bit and yet they're nowhere near the one they are aping. Ugh... do you think imitation is the sincerest means of 'catching up' or 'getting the better of' or even 'inflicting token damage'?Look at these examples. If you notice they have such generic names. One's called Find. The other's called Live Search. The one they're collectively aping calls itself Google.

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And to think that it took an article in rediff.com to get my engines running again! Aren't we all greedy?Christ! No offence meant. I'll quickly make that a politically correct statement - ain't I a greedy one? There! You can stop glaring now. But you'd sure like to know where the 'greedy' bit came from.I was just reading that blogging brings in the moolah! Man, I'd love to have buckets of that.

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Why is it de rigueur for every Copywriter to watch Quentin Tarantino movies? Err... you'll have to see those movies to be convinced. But here's a link for all the posters of his movies. This man makes a dozen different posters for each movie, or so it appears. And each is a killer.Savour!

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Now, I'll need a dozen of those. Express delivery. This love thy neighbour schmuck-writ is getting much too much to handle. But one thing beats me, I don't have a lawn. Ugh...no home here in Chennai either. All I have are 'neighbours'. Could you help me? Please...(Thank you Gali.)

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Dude! That there is a mango. Ok. Ok. I know so much is obvious, unless you also see the telephone besides it. This is your normal telephone. Still think that this mango isn't news worthy? Ok. Try carrying the telephone to the dinner table. Dude! This mango is as big as a *!*&^*# telephone and heavier.Tada!...you mean you knew it all along. Ok. Did you also know that MANGO stands for Map-based

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Here's one place that never fails to amaze you though you are a native. I shot this somewhere between Ernakulam and Kottayam (ok, that's quite a distance and I should know where this place is, but I don't. I was just going click...click...click...). Click on the image to enlarge.

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Imagine. Toilet paper rolls in four colours, all soft and silky at $13 to $20 for a three-pack, in colour-coordinated tube packs. Ahem, packs to match too. So what’s twenty dollars in Indian rupees? 931.114 precisely. Isn’t that a bit too much to wipe arse with?Photograph courtesy popgadget

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I shot this picture from the balcony of my office. So guess where this office is located?

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You docked inside safe?Good! Now as calmly and deftly as you can, put both palms on your cheeks, fingers slightly spread.No. No. The other cheeks. You are not being taught to burp…With the lesson so far? Excellent!You are now in the launch mode.Shhh! No sobbing in there. And shhh… No guttural intonations either. And… what?Ok. Ok. We’ll cut the crap. Now spread your cheeks as wide as you can to

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Oh good, the launch pad (the poop ‘n’ pee place u *#@^) is free. And whoopee! There’s no one around. But! What’s that noise? Maybe you’re imagining things. Remember, when you’re all filled up and ready for release, there’s a chance that the gases could, you know… get osmotic.Wait! You heard it wrong. It’s OSMOTIC. Not ASTHMATIC. Which means you won’t choke on your gut fumes. It’s just a postulate

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So you know how to squirm. You know how to jam lock your release valve to prevent untimely escape of the wind genie. You even know how to blush a bright pink, come Armageddon.Now learn how to pass the stinker with the finesse of a diplomat.The trick, to begin with, is to release with at least token camouflage.If you work on a shop floor you are one of those twice blessed ones who needn’t care a

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This one is by little Malavika. All of five. Click on the image to enlarge and download.

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I don't do this. I don't go speaking behind people's backs, atleast on my blog. But this time I must do it. Coca Cola had published this advertisement in The Hindu and The Economic Times yesterday (09.08.06) quoting an email ID and a telephone number, inviting readers to a guided tour of their world-class facilities. As a blogger and also because I personally think the whole pesticide issue is a

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“Aandavane! This better be quick”, you warn yourself as you rush with the car keys to undo the snarl-up so cleverly created by Gate Jam.And you ask yourself again “What am I you stupid man… your damn parking valet? What do you mean by throwing me your damn car keys after you’ve jammed the gate?”But you manage to look outwardly cool, even when Gate Jam passes you by with his nose in the air, only

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Sankrit is all of seven. (Thought you'd like to know who's behind these wallpapers.) Oh, and that there somewhere is the IceMan. Did you spot him? Click on the image to enlarge.

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“Hrump!” you snicker to yourself while you flash a brilliant smile at Miss Haughty High Heels as she sails past you to an inaudible cha-cha. She hardly notices you. You’re a gate man after all.“Hrump! I wouldn’t want any of that even if it were from the Salvation Army” you decide with your eyes still on the receding figure. “But damn, that looked good” you concede longingly nevertheless. “Maybe…”

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Imagine for a moment that you are the security chappie at your office, the chappie you always ignore just outside the office gate or front desk? (Ah! That rings a bell doesn’t it?)I know that I personally ignore some of them, though I don’t see why I do it. What do you think passes his mind when each of us walks in, in the morning to sign the register?Perhaps this is what you’d think if you were

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Do you think the Great Wall of China is the biggest wonder ever, not least of all because it is visible from the moon with the naked eye?Before you answer that, here’s something that might interest you.The Great Wall of China is not a continuous wall at all. It’s a collection of short walls that follow the crest of hills on the southern edge of the Mongolian plain. (I didn't know that. Did you?

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Boy! Do places like these really exist? I wonder where this is. What the postman there feels like. Now why did I bring in the postman?

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The Hindu Saint Thirugnanasambandar has, apparently, mentioned this temple in his songs, which go back to early 7th century! You'll actually have to set foot into the precincts of the Meenakshi Sundareswarar Temple, Meenakshi Temple for short, to fully appreciate the efforts of the ancients in the construction and preservation of the structure. It’s what some would call poetry in stone.Read more

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When you are one of the world's richest individuals, perhaps this is how you romance your stones - use them to cover your latest acquisition!The Mercedes coupe you see above is covered in honest-to-God diamonds and belongs to Prince Alwaleed, the Saudi Arabian billionaire investor who was the second richest man in the world, back in 1999.He might have fallen a few notches in the billionaire

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Imagine this scenario.You live in a mansion. (A flea hole that passes off as a lodging for bachelors, here in Chennai. You can imagine the scene. Matchbox rooms, separated by narrow corridors to compliment the narrow lanes outside.)Your door is open this evening. A door that happens to be bang opposite your neighbor’s.You’re on your bed, smoking your last cigarette. You’re deadbeat after a day’s

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This one’s by four-year-old Kusshal an ardent fan of Lion King. He loves cars too and goes everywhere with over a dozen of them in his baby backpack. Just click to enlarge and set as your wallpaper, if you wish.

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Apparently America doesn’t eat out as much as the rest of us do because they're terrified of the frightening tips they would have to leave behind.Oh! Was I abrupt as usual? This morning’s newspaper had a rather longish story or rather a longish ‘vent’ by a British lady about tipping in America.Her husband, on a business trip to America, had been out to dinner at a respectable establishment with a

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What will they think up next? These guys sure know how to give competition the middle finger and geeks a permanent hard on. (Ugh… they have competition? Anyway…) That’s Apple’s new store on Fifth Avenue, New York. More pictures here and here.

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Ahem! Actually we had two of them for dinner at a local tandoori joint. The bill is right there for you to see. Notice the last item? We paid all of sixteen rupees for that, which amounts to USD 0.34 or GBP 0.18.

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One cigarette 'could make you a smoker in later life'- Daily Mail UKA single puff can hook you for life- Times of India, IndiaOne cigarette can hook you for life- CNN-IBN, IndiaOne cigarette 'means three-year cravings'- ITV.com, UKKids Who Smoked Still Crave Fags 3 Years On- Life Style Extra, UKJust one cigarette as a child is enough to spark teen addiction- Scotsman, UKOne ciggie hooks kids- The

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I don't know how many of my regular readers read (that felt nice again, to say regular readers, like I'm as hot as) Art Buchwald. His satire was as pinching as it was tickling. Did I say 'was'? Ah! The past tense brings on a rather lonely feel doesn't it? Buchwald no longer writes.Now look at how satire swept into Buchwald's life at eighty. He was admitted in hospital for kidney failure. Perhaps

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Remember these series of advertisements? Of course they didn't appear here in India, but many of us have gotten forwards. This one here is one of the best. What do you think? Click to enlarge.

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A jubilant DMK supporter on the day the results were announced. Oui ma! What's he wearing? And will he be a minister, I wonder.

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Regular readers… (that felt good saying ‘regular readers’, I felt like I’m Reuters, though I’ll be the first one to confide in private that I am the only regular reader here. But grant me the act.)Regular readers will recall that I started this blog with rumours. Here’s another I’d like to perpetuate. It helps my digestive system, see? You must have read the other day that the Indian Air Force

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Which presentation do you think is better? I for one loathe the vertical one, simply because it isn't panoramic enough. What do you think?

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9/11 currency? I actually took it off my friend’s soft board, at office, and did a quick scan to put it up here. Interesting ugh? The chappie who scanned it for me was actually warning me that it's illegal to scan currency. (Hrump! Like the world is a fair place where everything in lovey-dovey). But that's a real neat job there.

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They downed the Twin Towers without elaborate planning.Daft. I know. But that's the way it sounds, when we hear testimony from one of the terrorists who claim Operation 9/11 was planned by primitive means. Meaning there was no elaborate administrative machinery. There wasn't even one to pass off as rudimentary in the modern context. And yet the buildings came crashing down. Mission accomplished.

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Ever nurtured a fantasy about living on an island? An island in Fiji? Of course you have and just as quickly dismissed it as a dream, destined to remain unfulfilled.“Who could go live on an island today? Bah!”Well you could.You heard that right. (Please, your jaw just dropped to your knee, if you don’t mind…).A group of interesting people have come up with this fantastic idea of inhabiting an

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The whole affair was a façade, a smokescreen to prolong his stay in office and lessen the accruing damage. But Nixon was only getting deeper into the dirt he’d gotten himself into and by God, did it smell to the high heavens!Florentyna followed the charade closely thinking: “What a sham!”There was a knock on the door.I book marked the page I was reading, before tossing it on bed, thinking to

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This shouldn't be happening. I mean, a cat and a mouse having a tee-a-tee? If you notice they are actually rubbing noses here. Bum-chums already. I’m afraid it’s going to be a boring world from here on… Sigh!

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Seven pieces - five triangles, a square, and a parallelogram - that you can assemble into any configuration you want. The possibilities are endless. How many do you think you can come up with?

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Kumar yawned as he carefully bookmarked the page of the economics text book he was reading. It was rather late at night. But then there was this beastly test he had to prepare himself for. Yawn!Two hours later, a sneeky rat was surprised to find company. He was just sniffing around a huge gunny sack of rice when... ugh, what was that? Someone was coming. He scurried round the sack he was scouting

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“Cae-rett, koli-phlaver, inji, takkalli, penis!” went the hawker.Carrots, cauliflower, ginger, tomatoes and… penis!Housewives leaned out their windows enquiringly… while I craned my neck to spot the hawker in the milling crowd. There was only his voice, ringing loud and hearty.Penis? He hawks penis? I was stumped for a moment.And then he came into view, his pushcart, piled high with “Cae-rett,

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Coffee is good.Coffee is bad.Good.Bad.Good too!Each is a research finding, with no conclusion in sight. Don't for a moment think that it's the story of coffee alone. Look around and you can find 'research' findings for the most mundane things.Cocroaches do it in broad daylight.They don't.Do too!Now, would it really matter? I mean, somebody really takes time out to watch roaches make out? How do

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Ever been jolted wide-awake while reading a book? "Plenty of times..." you'd say. Ah! Which means you haven't read the Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda. The book is an oasis of peace. And that’s just the beginning.So how can something peaceful jolt you? Now, why should I be a spoilsport? I’ll save that for someone else. If you need anymore prodding, look up amazon.com. You'd only

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"You are right and I'm wrong!"There! You’ve said it and you're not even telling yourself "s***, what a looser I am" at the back of your mind. Because you've actually won.Can you dream up such a situation? And then mail it to me? I'll publish you here.

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Persistent knocking on your door, early in the morning, wakes you up. You tumble out of bed bleary eyed and fumble to the door, then fumble even more for the bolt and open it only to see pasty face next door pushing his glasses up his nose and giving you a confused smile.“Knife is there?”Whoa! “Where?” you’re shaken. And you look around equally confused and a little scared. Is someone going to

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When you don't show up at office on Friday, you might do well to secure your workdesk from intruders. A polite board saying 'trespassing not allowed' no longer works. What would? Maybe you could illumine us. Meanwhile look what happened to Sampath. Please would someone tell me how I can escape my mug being wasted like that and pasted on my machine, to scare me on Monday morning.

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Bet this is off your radar. Or maybe you could give it a try. Guess the motto that has fuelled enterprises, and its entrails, across our motherland.Ok, save the hemming and hawing for the spouse. The motto is 'follow the leader'. Never mind if the ‘leader’ is myopic and doesn't know his knee from his elbow. He's rich; he's famous, so let's do a repeat, of what he did. Maybe we could steal his

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He is responsible for all those injured and heavily bandaged people you saw around last night at the Chennai Advertising Club Awards do.Ah! The chappie at the gate, checking passes, was bandaged head to toe and had only one working eye. On stage most of the victims they used as props (is that the word?) to had out the statuettes to the beautiful people who actually handed them out were also done

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Casio. Seiko. Yul Brynner. Do you have cousins or nephews with such names? Or a classmate or friend of a friend perhaps? We’re talking about names entered into records, honest names that were given at birth.You do? Of course you would. Now, have you ever wondered why someone would name their child after a Japanese watch or a baldhead movie star? Though it’s better than many other frightful things

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Wife was very unhappy with her car that panted and heaved inspite of all the repairs. She said so to Husband every waking hour of everyday. One night when they were alone snuggling on their extra-large bed, Wife whispered in Husband's ear:"Buy me a surprise for my birthday Buttercup" she cooed. "Something that accelerates from zero to hundred in four seconds" she smacked a big, wet kiss on

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And it tells you, in elaborate reveal, that the Taj Mahal isn't really the Taj Mahal. Something akin to saying that the hens egg you had for breakfast was actually a duck egg. You're shocked and pass out.As you come to, you have another violent spasm because you're told that the Taj Mahal is indeed an ancient Hindu temple. That there are rooms in the building, sealed since Shah Jahan's time and

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Urgh! You wake up with the headache and a runny nose that's steadily progressing to a plugged nostril that leaves you with just one, to breathe in the morning air. Great! You let the wormie-germie get the better of you. You should have taken that cold pill yesterday. To make matters worse, you can't call off at office. It's going to be a killer day. So you decide to drag yourself to the medical

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I remember my geography lessons. But... This composite image shows what the Earth looks like at night. If you notice, city lights highlight developed areas of the planet. And like always, it's a NASA image.Ugh... wait a minute. Weren't we told that the earth is round? I'm daft see, but WHY is this picture flat? Like the Earth is one big pancake that would trickle treacle if you over do the

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I wonder if you do this.Ugh… how do I put it, delicately? Ok, take my head. I’ll put it straight to you. Do you… ugh… arrange it so that you discard only while you are at office? You know…the poop thing? Or do you know someone who does?While you’re still smiling or killing the disgust, I’d like to remind you that it’s rather a nice diversion. Don’t you think? I bet it’s better than bitching, nail

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Koluk the polar bear goes headfirst into the pool at the Albuquerque Rio Grande Zoo in Albuquerque. This is one of the best photographs of the year 2005 and it appeared in the Albuquerque Journal. Thank you Mayil for sending me this picture.

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Do you… ugh… experience bloating and discomfort, excessive passing of wind and pain in the abdomen? Do you? You do, ugh? What a fart you are!Do you even wonder how you came about being the chief architect of the ozone hole? Because of all the beans. And the cabbage, cauliflower, onions, fizz drinks and synthetic sweeteners.It’s also because you swallow more air than you really need. Please you’re

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"Like we told you already sir, we're terribly sorry, but we can't help..."Omigawd! That was too close a notice for comfort. Your logistics people just called you up to say you wouldn't be provided with the transportation they had promised. And to think you'd counted on them! You're fuming, if you can help it, but you're actually ready to pass out.And then he steps in to save the situation. He who

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I'm not sure of the vintage, but aren't these cartoons so very Indian?

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"126 Poker Street. Before 8.30 please."Suppose you get this call early one morning, while you are still in the fogs, from a sweet talking lady who thinks you’re a cabbie, what would you do?Remember, she's certain you’re a cabbie because she got your number from a 'reliable source' whose name she keeps repeating. Man! This is one insistent lady who won't give you time of day.But she's got this

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Now that's some workspace, wouldn't you say? Every designer, writer geeks dream. What would it cost to get something like that? I mean, not all of us are going to work in such a place, are we? Or are we?

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Imagine you’re a cat. What would you do if you were annoyed? Meow. Meow. Meow. Flip tail. Whack out a paw at an imaginary fly. Meow…Ok, now that would be boring to just go 'meow'. That’s not anger management at all. How infinitely better it would be to just swear and cuss. It’s so much healthier for the system.Now don’t ask me what system. The digestive, I suppose or the reproductive, if you will

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