Ganesh Chaturthi Cartoon- Carpooling

Pigs wala love! PDLJ

Just an old doodle

"Flames" – my entry to the GetPublished contest

This is a story about two stories and how they intermingle and complement each other. They both involve one common link- the narrator. At different points of time in his life, the narrator fell for two separate girls. The stories that emerged from there had sharp contrast from one another. This story is about how one of the girls taught the narrator to fall and the other taught him how to cushion himself when he falls.

This story is real because in today's age, there are break-ups and patch-ups happening at the speed of light. To figure out what is going on in your partner's mind in not easy and might even cause you to overthink the situation and lead to insecurity and an inevitable collapse after that. This story delves deeper into that insecurity and clarifies the narrator's vision through his past experiences.

The narrative shuffles back and forth between the two stories as the narrator reminisces the difficulties and good times he had with his older love life. It might seem like he's hung up on the older girl but, actually he's just applying the "relationship wisdom" to make his current relationship succeed. Whether he'll succeed or fail is for you to find out.

The first story has it's faults. It had its ups and downs but eventually it didn't find a happy ending. The narrator took the heart-break as a tough lesson taught by life as somewhere when he was in the relationship, he could predict the end. His insight, although commendable, couldn't help him save the relationship as he saw the girl he loved slip away through his fingers. Love was lost. With that preface, he starts a new journey as he begins the quest for love. He starts off with an open mind as he knows that thinking too much can be hazardous in the matters of heart but, he is forced to reflect as the deja vu kicks in. The same insecurity, paranoia and insane expectations bog him down until he applies the power of positive thinking in his relationship. The how and why of this story is what is going to interest the reader.

Endnote- This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

Competitive examinations and me!

Here is a smaller version of the above cartoon for easy viewability-

Common courtesy

Mumbai Meri Jaan

This is from an SMS forward. Drawings are mine.

Awesome!
B_O_M_B_A_Y

Bombay has no bombs and is a harbour not a bay.

Churchgate has neither a church  nor a gate. It is a railway station.

There is no darkness in Andheri.
... Lalbaag is neither red nor a garden.

No king ever stayed at Kings Circle.
Nor did Queen Victoria stay at Victoria Terminus.

Nor is there any princess at Princess Street .
Lower Parel is at the same level as Parel.

There are no marines or sailors at Marine Lines.
The Mahalaxmi temple  is at Haji Ali not at Mahalaxmi.

Teen bati is a junction of 3 roads, not three lamps.
Trams used to terminate at Kings circle not Dadar*TramTerminus. (Dadar T.T..).

Breach Candy is not a sweetmeat market, but there is a Hospital.

There are no Iron smiths at Lohar chawl.
There are no pot makers at Kumbhar wada.

Lokhandwala complex is not an Iron and steel market.
Null bazaar does not sell taps.
You will not find ladyfingers at Bheendi Bazar.

Funny Mumbai... zara hatke zara bachke yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan

Shave or Crave- A Brief History Of Time

This post is a part of the 'Shave or Crave' movement in association with BlogAdda.com

This movement is not a recent one. It's been around ever since mankind started evolving. Don't believe me? I guess it's time I gave you all a history lesson. Let me take you back to not 20, not 30 but 65 million years back. Our characters are part of the oldest known primate species- the Plesiadapis. Mr. Unganba and Mrs Bruhaha! Yup! Those were precisely their names.

It was one fine morning in the grasslands of North America that Mr. Unganba was roaming around hunting deer. He nailed a beauty and was on his way home thinking how Mrs Bruhaha will welcome him once he displays his trophy!

As he reached the cave, it was already evening and he was dead tired to rub his stubble on the Gillette rock to smoothen his stubble for Mrs. Bruhaha's sweet love! He dragged the deer carcass inside home with hope that she'll be delighted to see him and look ho! She was already cuddling (ahem! to put it gently) with another Plesiadepian!! Unganba was heart broken!

He expressed his sadness through the following poem he wrote on a rock-

"inga boo bazinga,
Zillette, bazinga hooga bruu
Prota prota, milan zanga
Blogadda rocka,
Unganba shoopa!"

Which, translated to English means-

"She left me for another man,
who was smarter and clean shaven.
I've learnt my lesson and
I'll never forget it again!"

#shaveorcrave

That rock was found by our scientists Mr. Gillette and has helped inculcate good shaving manners among men since time immemorial.