A Conjunctional Catastrophe

The language called English considers Delhi its Guantanamo Bay. Lots of bad things are done to it there. Distortion, disrespect and downright torture are commonplace. But for a confused Tamilian who speaks no language particularly well, its just fun. I saw there “Fire Safety instructions” at my office in Delhi. 13 very life-saving instructions, extremely Continue reading A Conjunctional Catastrophe

The King of Jalsa and the Emperor of Jilpa

Words cannot do justice. Those puny little things made of “letters” and categorized into “nouns” and “verbs” and such, just do not cut it. Krish Raghav, my junior sibling, presents, for your viewing pleasure, no, viewing orgasm, The King of Jalsa and the Emperor of Jilpa Since a single blog post for two Ubergods is Continue reading The King of Jalsa and the Emperor of Jilpa

My 81 paise (at today’s exchange rate)

I have been asked by several friends, colleagues and other specimens on my two cents on the Dayanidhi Maran issue. Now I have a fundamental disinterest in Indian politics. Its dark humour now fails to make me laugh and its exasperating ineffectiveness has dried up all my tears. So, rather than humour everybody with a Continue reading My 81 paise (at today’s exchange rate)