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So this it. The grand finale. One last tango. The swansong. The day you have all been waiting for a long time. Ladies, Gentlemen and Jhayu, I present to you the last episode of the Goa Mini Series. Yes the journey is over and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I suffered. I know you did, sadist bastards! So on the night The Reich Camp got busted by cops who saved our lives from being subjected to further torture at the hands of Continue reading →

After a long delay finally the penultimate episode of the The Goa Mini Series sees the light of the day. There were so many issues. The award-winning scriptwriter hit the scriptwriter’s block, the amazingly awesome leading man had to scoot home, the brilliant director was dumped with more work and the brave producer was finally hit so hard by the sub-prime crisis that his wallet is in ICU for the time being. Doctors say he needs Dua and Daru. There is plenty of latter and Continue reading →

What is this world coming to? I mean seriously what is this world coming to? You don’t know? Well neither do I but I have a feeling its not something good. The ominous signs are all around. Things that shouldn’t be happening are happening! Both the rum bottles bought from Goa are….still not opened. My bank balance is in 2 digits. P******m found out I was coming to work to just blog and now I am dead and buried under work. I am going home Continue reading →

Now now now where was I? That’s right, in I was in Goa, and you weren’t, unless you are Jhayu, kurtnirvana, Deepali or Bunny Singh. Isn’t that why you are reading this? So as of last update I was out of my soaked clothes and in bed at 4:30. And as expected, at 6:30 am suddenly I once again found myself as a part of a circle formed by P******mers, performing weird contortions of my body in the name of warm up exercises wondering, Yes Continue reading →

She was my mother. My mom would agree. Her children wouldn’t deny it. She loved me as much as she loved her own children. Her children would disagree. Sometimes she loved me more than her own children. I hadn’t called her in almost two months. I hadn’t seen her in nearly six months. Today morning 6:50 am everything changed. My phone rang. I woke up groggily and saw it was her son calling. I answered. “Mummy died at Tata Hospital”. I was too shocked to Continue reading →