Show-Lay

He was twenty-four years old when they cut off his hands. Both of them. They chained his hands to two pillars in an abandoned quarry, pulled them out and slashed them off with a pair of pick-axes. Or maybe Samurai swords, I don’t really remember. The man who cut off the hands was called Gabbar.Continue reading “Show-Lay”

The Yamaha Enema

Take my advice – if you have to travel for more than 3 miles inside the city of Bangalore, do not – I repeat – do not ride pillion on a Yamaha bike. Its been three hours since I’ve gotten off the bike after a 15-mile ride and I’m still walking slowly with my legsContinue reading “The Yamaha Enema”

No, I Said Back!

I hate nymphomaniac married women. I was on this train from Delhi to Bangalore, and I was sharing the compartment with a married family from Gwalior. There was the dad, the mum and the three year old stereotypical girl. She whined at all the right times and was cute at all the right moments. SheContinue reading “No, I Said Back!”

Dental Plaque And The Sugar Doughnut

I’m sure this has happened to everyone. There no point pretending that I’m the only person in the whole wide world this sort of incident has happened to. There I was, innocently biting into my (tenth) gulab jamun while watching Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen on my laptop, when a shooting pain in myContinue reading “Dental Plaque And The Sugar Doughnut”

How To Kill Your Landlord

After having a major fight with my conscience last night about whether to move out of the zoo I’m living in, I slept fitfully, trying out different options to hunt down and kill the rats that were wreaking havoc in the house. It’s not healthy in the first place. So, my instinct is to getContinue reading “How To Kill Your Landlord”