I wake up every morning with the most natural thing on my face – a stubble. Well, that’s every morning to be honest, and I must admit, the facial follicles are, measured in centimetres, a bit longer than ‘stubble’ suggests. Nothing symbolises my pure laziness more than my Stubble with a capital S. It just grows. On it’s […]Read more "Trendsetters leave me alone"
This phenomenon has been glaring at me in the face ever since whenever my face became glare-worthy: there’s the multi-millionaire musician with gold made of cars and other unspeakable extravagance on the one hand, and on the other, the poor, lowly, barely surviving, pavement pounding, penny collecting full-time musician whose instrument costs more than what she […]Read more "The Middle Class Musician"
The no-man’s-land between borders is 20 odd meters; territories can’t be creased any clearer; three vertical outposts on each side, ominously flashing red these days. Uniforms are donned. A sniper & a spotter are sent into enemy territory to face a barrage. In plain sight. Do or die. Will they come home victorious? Entire nations hold their collective breaths. Aah, who am […]Read more "misguided /mɪsˈɡʌɪdɪd/"
One of those “shower moments,” and this particular one happened this morning in the car (and no, there was no water or shampoo involved while I was driving, although those who’ve seen me lately will wonder why I still claim to use shampoo anyway) that made me wonder how we look back with a touch of longing for […]Read more "Fast Forward To The Past"
So I’m back to baby-sitting full time (mostly) as I’m ‘self-unemployed’ (as I like to call myself when I want to sound cool I.M.B.O – in my bloated opinion). Then it struck me! The one word that is way cooler than everything else to describe what I can do, other than breast-feed, is “Mom.” I […]Read more "Male Mother"
What’s with bikers dissing bikers? I mean, whatever happened to the “brotherhood,” the camaraderie among the outlaws who believe in the purity of the centrifugal force that keeps their bottoms off the asphalt? It’s cool to hate Harleys now, mostly because it’s cool to hate anything popular (Beliebers!) and the Harley fans hate everyone else; […]Read more "Yo mama’s so fat, she gave birth to Fatboy"
Everybody seems to want to go through “mid-life crisis.” You read me right: “wants.” It’s the excuse to buy a Porsche or a motorcycle worth more than a porch with a duplex attached to it. Even if it means you end up displaying gravity’s long-term effects on your mid-section. Then you let the banks convince […]Read more "The Thousandaires’ Club"