Category Archives: Stories & anecdotes

Meet my new room mate Ms Chipkali

My friend is married and is having an affair with another married lady. So he has stored his name of his girl friend as Chipkali. I asked him, why Chipkali? She has just a beautiful name you could have at-least given her some respect by giving an affectionate name ? Being a stereotypical North India male I knew where this was coming from. Still I prodded him to consider a name change. He said she is very chipku (like a

Let’s go on an adventure.

She complained that he is always tweeting, he said don’t call it tweeting, it’s what i do to make a living! She said “oh really? ” “all you want is female attention on twitter” he groaned ” shut up” They had only one place where they could give each other, only if they could ever forget who they were professionally. They personified their work in their relationship and it was damaging all the fun they were meant to have. There

A stranger comes to town.

I saw this stranger asking for directions. She was from South Korea, Seoul she said, she wanted to go to a place in Matunga where she was going to stay in a cheap guesthouse. I offered her a ride as I wanted to know how it feels to be a stranger in the town. I realised that she was quite courageous, she wasn’t afraid, she was tiny slender girl carrying a huge haversack which I thought was probably heavier than

God grants all my desires with only one condition (attached).

Now I haven’t achieved much of success, but whatever I have achieved on my own strength I do cherish them dearly. So one fine day GOD appeared in my backyard (metaphorically speaking) and said you have worked hard but I see you have lot of unfulfilled desires, you are in agonising pain because of this, you work yourself to sickness (like millions of others) but you are never going to get all those desires fulfilled. But since I (the God

Destroy Yourself.

I am often alone at coffee shops. This is my period of alone ness where I hope to discover the nuances of life. I don’t prefer company nor seek for it (but i do long for it). So coffee shops are where I over hear conversations other people are having. Somehow i think people at coffee shops are having more interesting conversation than I could ever have with anybody. I also wonder if someone has ever sneaked on my conversation


This afternoon I was at a cafe in bandra which is owned by a bandra localite, maybe 2/3rd generation bandra-ite. It’s located in the not so noisy part of bandra. The cafe is very popular among expats and as well as macbook chugging indians. Anyway, there was a small jam in front of the cafe, it was just a matter of few minitues and the traffic would have smoothened out. But then a guy in a SUV was a bit impatient  he started

Learning to Tie the Shoe Laces.

I have these dancing shoes, the soles are made of Suede leather, but there is a fundamental problem, every 3 minutes the laces get loose. So we were practising and then this kind lady notices and shows me how to tie my shoe laces so they dont come off, well it fucking works!!!! Yes, I am a middle aged man and I just learnt how to tie my shoe laces, it makes me wonder what other life skills I am

The Old man

Old man All my friends are gone, I am ready to embrace the cold embrace of death. There is no point in existing anymore, I have done all I had to do in this lifetime, there is no life force left in me.  I tell others I am not afraid to die, but I am terrified of dying, but even more terrified of living like a vegetable, worn out bones because of bed sores and a toilet pan under my

Carrots on a stick

This hope is a carrot on a stick tied to the donkey’s head, it makes us move ahead, hoping someday we will reach the carrot. You never get the carrot but you have moved on the path which burns your every hope into ashes and after some brief moments of emptiness, words begin to form into ideas and ideas give you fresh carrots (hope). What if we choose not to convert these words into ideas, will we be able to

Gangaram has died of Aids!

I had recently moved to Mumbai with my family, Due to a personal tragedy and a rather undeserved responsibility of managing a business, i was smothered in to total inaction. My inaction was something I watched helplessly and people around me watched accusingly. I knew people depended on me and looked up to me, and I had to do something, but i just couldn’t move. This was when I met Gangaram. Gangaram was a dark, thin guy who limped, i

Dont let your parents wake you Up!

Here is a story about my childhood.  Every morning during my school days I was dragged out of my bed at 6.30 am , given a bath and hair oiled and sent to school to attend at 7.30 am. I HATED IT!!!  The point I want to make is, it is not really important to wake up in the morning, the phrase “Early bird catches the worm” is a medieval quote and not relevant to our times. During medieval times,