Entertainment

The Smoking Fetish

By Akhilesh at 4 January, 2010, 12:09 pm

In the quest of knowing yourself you end up surprising yourself everyday. In one of my self exploration voyage I found my love for women who smoke. I somehow have some uncanny attraction to women who smoke. I find their attitude lovely and of course very sexy.

Idiots

By Akhilesh at 29 December, 2009, 7:05 am

The film 3 Idiots describes when we call a person an “Idiot” in day to day routine. It is when someone is trying to create something new which is not known to the masses or when the person is trying to create his or her own path. This impelled me to look into the dictionary and find out the actual meaning of “idiot”. The psychological definition of Idiot is as follows, “A person of the lowest order in a former classification of mental retardation, having a mental age of less than three years old and an intelligence quotient under 25.”

Give me a missed call when you reach. Don’t forget!

By Adwait at 16 December, 2009, 2:00 am

Now please someone explain to me how possibly can one person give a deliberate missed call to another. Well now we can. All of us who have cellular phones can send messages, talk and give ‘missed calls’ to one another, friends and family.

Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani

By Guest Blogger at 10 November, 2009, 1:34 am

It’s a ghazab beyond my understanding why a houseful audience at Regal cinema, a small sample of the larger audience around the country and probably the globe, would pay money to have themselves derided for 2 and surplus hours and come out saying, ’saaru timepass hatu.’ I went with friends, all of whom are well-educated and represent the upper middle class of the socio-economic strata of our economy. They whole-heartedly endorsed the majority opinion. I was, am and will continue to be disturbed by the willful apathy of people towards themselves.

P G Wodehouse: Humour on Toast!

By abhishek at 27 August, 2009, 1:45 pm

Ever seen a puzzled 40 something guy standing in the ‘Fiction’ section of a bookstore? The odds are that he is wondering which book should he pick up for his son who has just turned 14. I can relate to that moment when my dad entered the house after his day’s work and thrust me a P G Wodehouse novel. I was in 8th Standard. I remember his words, ‘This man’s English is very good. You should read it. It will improve your spellings.’ With satisfaction written all over his face, he sat down for dinner. I sat down, opened the first page and for the next few nights used the book as a natural remedy for my temporary insomnia.