“O-k-a-a-a-a-y, Hotel Sea Princess, eh? Right!” Well, honestly, I had absolutely no idea where Hotel Sea Princess was. But I knew I had to be at #IndiMum. I know, I know, all the jokes about it being a congregation of hot Indian mothers have been taken, and thanks to my
Read the previous part here: Whodunit (Part I) [http://blog.42quirks.com/whodunit-1/] The story so far: Jeeves & his master discuss the fire that gutted down the F.S.B. Was it an accident? Was it arson? Read on to find out! ——- There was a slight pause (or
“Ah, here you are, sir! Welcome back to F.S.B. I hope your travel did not pose too many problems? May I take your hat & your coat?” That is Jeeves – always the gentleman. But don’t worry. My name isn’t Bertie Wooster. And this isn’t a
The first meeting is always special – and she knew the drill by now. First, look for a sucker. Identifying them wasn’t such a huge deal. All she had to do was look for the ones with the glazed eyes, a foolish smile & a lost expression on their faces.
Eyes closed, arms spread wide, I wait & watch the ocean’s tide. I feel the air nudge my toes, Miles beneath me, the water flows… Silent & still, the ocean awaits; My arrival at its watery gates. Knees cocked, arms to the side, I slowly lean towards the tide.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Baba. Baba was born into a family which was quite poor. They were so poor that the only birthdays they celebrated were when they were born. Obviously, none of them remembered any of it. In fact, they were deemed socially poor
Yes, the title does NOT make any sense – but then, it isn’t supposed to do that, actually! It is only supposed to stoke your curiosity – which it must have done, considering you have read so far. So, read on! Here’s my theory: > “Sachin’s biggest asset is
11 deaths. 50+ injured. A city traumatised. Yes, the blast was a cowardly act. Yes, it only spilled innocent blood. Yes, the perpetrators were inhuman. Yes, they could have been interecepted. Yes, there are a zillion ways things could have been different. But they aren’t. So live with it.
While surfing the net a few days back, I accidentally stumbled onto this piece of treasure called “Amusing Ourselves to Death: Aldous Huxley v/s George Orwell” Having read a few works by the two authors, enough to be acquainted with their work, I decided to read further. I am
In the land of Book, Where people lived by the letter, There was a Small Nook, Which, well, could’ve been a lot better… The people of Small Nook (Weird looking people, those!) They wrote in the Big Book Sonnets & essays, poetry & prose. One among them, Was V.
(Image created using Wordle.net [http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1510900/F.R.I.E.N.D.S]) To give you that sponge-shoulder when you cry… To assure you that you’ll score at the first try! To lift you up when your spirits are low, To speed you
(Image created using Wordle.net [http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1503421/List]) I’ve been tagged. Again. A dear friend of mine tagged me with this meme a while back. For lack of interesting content & imagination to post a story, I’ll try & enthusiastically (?) answer the questions,
