Most of us like biscuits. For us, Indians, biscuits are a part of our everyday diet. Consciously or unconsciously, we have a tendency of eating/offering biscuits whenever we have guests around. And sometimes, we can be really choosy about our biscuits. For all you biscuit lovers out there, we have reviewed a bunch of biscuit brands. Check it out!
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It is Holi and (ahem! ) to make matters better it is an extended weekend too. So what do all men do in such a scenario? Well, almost all men at such times – I think, raid the wine shops, not all mind you, but almost all. Just curious , but what exactly do they buy? Of course I know alcohol, what else ! But what? What sells most? I mean, is it more
This piece is for Noyon – he asked me to write about love. But asking a woman who is experiencing quarter-life crisis to write anything on those lines is a little more than a serious crime. With the way pesticide sales are rising and the US is exporting genetically modified corn, I am already wondering if I will soon begin displaying menopausal symptoms. more
What happens when an original masterpiece is redesigned and repackaged as something that only faintly reminds you of its past glory? How about a redesigned Taj Mahal with a banquet hall look? I don’t know about others but I am one stubborn man who would refuse to accept it. Do you know the reason for this rant? Well, it is outright frustrating to see Kailash Surendranath commit such a heinous crime of destroying his earlier masterpiece, ‘Mile Sur Mera Tumhara’. Despite its obvious weakness- the typical mainland India bias and colonial neglect towards the culture and history of Assam and other Northeastern states- the rendition was an aesthetic delight to every Indian irrespective of his/her age. Those who were born in the late 70’s and early 80’s literally grew up with ‘Mile Sur …’ telecast on DD to promote national integration before cable TV invaded Indian living rooms.
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Monica stared at the computer screen for a long time. Finally she shook herself from her reverie and rose from her bed. The laptop was still plugged in the socketand the open programs continued to run like her wandering mind.
So thats it. The end finally. What was she feeling? Grief? hatred? Relief ? Happiness? Numb? Numb! Yes that was the word. But why should she feel that way? After all she knew it was bound to happen. She had ,in a twisted way, wished for it to happen. Well, at least she would get a substantial amount of alimony .The thought brought out a humorless laughter from the depth of her throat. When will he be calling to hit the final nail into the coffin – their marriage? Going by the mail she had just read, it shouldn’t be long.,
“You don’t have sufficient fund” – spat the monitor of the ATM machine right across my face.
What???I dont even have 300 rupees in my account?
I entered 200 rupees. After a long counting sound ATM machine puked two hundred rupee notes. Thank God .Hope salary will be credited tomorrow in first half. I will be able to last tonight out with this two hundred : 50 rupees Old Monk rum.100 rupees food. Ekdum perfect New Year!! and 50 rupees will be in my pocket after that…Waah savings of this year! ( I usually talk to myself when I am alone.)
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