Bangalore visited me today. Today, by the way, made an appearance after that annoying guest, yesterday, left…the day before today. I spent a total of 60 minutes in the air, 240 minutes on the road, inhaled 100 cubic litres of polluted air and ate Bisibelebath for dinner. An eventful day. I drank Ethiopian Qahwah at … Continue reading Qahwah
Jalsa refers to a general sense of gratification, illicitly obtained or otherwise. Jilpa refers to a lengthy and convoluted show of superiority without having any substance whatsoever Gilma refers to strange, arcane and mysterious stuff, in other words, extremely interesting things. So far, my life can be summarized as “jalsa in school and college, jilpa at work and … Continue reading Defining terms
The alleged purse locator picks up the phone. A polite enquiry about his whereabouts at the rendezvous time and place follows. A nonchalant response about getting held up somewhere else is offered. A new rendezvous is agreed upon. The blue line is the route as the crow flies. Since my uncle in bangalore, who is … Continue reading Ab Purse
Another update: The purse locator failed to turn up at the agreed upon rendezvous location. And he is isnt picking up the phone. This is getting murkier by the hour.
Update: Somebody found my wallet. He even tracked me down despite the wrong phone number on my obsolete business card. He was not in the blood diamond or barbie doll business apparently.
I lost my identity yesterday. Along with that, I lost the right to drive (both in India and in the US). I also lost the right to spend money without having any (I believe that’s possible through the use of something called “Credit Cards”). If I ever happen to be jobless in the United States, … Continue reading Purse matter