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Conversations

Terrorist (to his wife): Honey, I am going out for lunch with a few friends. Wife: Okay fine. So you dont need your "tiffin box" today? ****** Terrorist in Delhi (TiD) calls his friend Terrorist in Chennai (TiC) TiD: Hows you dude? How was the weekend? TiC: Pretty boring machcha. Did nothing. Stayed home all day. How was your weekend? TiD: Awesome. We had a blast!

In Bangalore Mirror

One of my blog posts has been featured in today's edition of Bangalore Mirror. http://www.bangaloremirror.com/index.aspx?page=article&sectid=21&contentid=20080918200809181857294071e48f63f&sectxslt=

Birthday Parties

The biggest change in the transition from your mid-twenties to the wrong side of twenties is the exponential increase in the invitations to kids' birthday parties. If you were born during the seventies-eighties like me, I can bet most of you would not have celebrated your birthdays as a kid. Celebration, as it is known today. When I was a kid, mom would make bisi bele bath, curd rice, some sweet and invite a few relatives over to breakfast or dinner. " Mane maTTige " was the mantra then. The old people would bless me with vidya, buddhi, ayassu, arogya, aishwarya - all combined together did not make much difference to my happiness as lets say a Lacto King candy did then. The not-so-old ones would gift a pen set - an ink and a dot pen - with a clearer instruction - "You should study well and get good marks". Go to school, the class teacher would announce that you were the birthday kid. Yes, we could wear "color dress" when mere mortals suffered in their