FBI Agents Stan Beeman and Dennis Aderholt stood fifty yards away with their eyes fixated on a man sitting on the park bench. Forty-five minutes and nobody had met with him. This was it – the day they would finally find the mole in the department who has been giving classified information to terrorists. Continue reading “The dead drop”
Read this in the epic movie trailer voice:
In a world filled with Fallons, Kimmels, Olivers and Colberts… Two best friends host a daily talk show on youtube, without celebrities *BAM* without a customary Donald Trump joke *WHOOSH* without the help of multi-billion dollar media companies *WHAM*… They set out to get ten million subscribers and two billion views by doing what they do best… Comedy. Continue reading “Why everybody should watch Good Mythical Morning”
Here’s the deal… India is not a land of snake charmers. I have been living in India for the past 25 years (all my frickin’ life) and have seen exactly two snake charmers.
We are not all cab drivers or customer support or software engineers. Also, there is no language called “Indian”.
There is a growing resentment among Indians about the way India is portrayed in hollywood movies and about how the rest of the world perceives them. Continue reading “Sorry hollywood, but this is the real India. #rant”
“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
When I heard that my good friend is getting married in Jaipur I was happy for him and selfishly, for me. I’ve always wanted to visit Jaipur. I had heard so much about it. I quickly started making plans with my five member gang of friends. “Wolf pack” we had named our group on whatsapp. Nope. Half of them were unavailable and the other half… those lazy bastards refused to move their butts. It’s too far away man, they said. So, reluctantly I decided to be the lone wolf. Continue reading “Riding solo in Jaipur”
“Hey dude, come check this out!” I called out to Ashwin. “You remember the old family photo hanging at home? That was taken here!”
“The one where nobody’s smiling?” He snapped back without lifting his eyes off the phone. He had a gazillion selfies on that phone. Continue reading “Dude, please”
“But this is the middle of nowhere… sweetheart, we’ll dispose it when we’re home” – Kane said looking at Zoella, who sat next to him, clutching the bag of trash, the remains of their monthly father-daughter picnic day.
“Daddy Look! There’s one there!”. He stopped and she jumped out and ran towards the trash can. Continue reading “Trash”