Dear Brother Teleshopping

Dear Brother Mayawati

Dear Brother Jobs

Gullible’s Travels – 1
Yes I am a frequent flier. No. You would not want to be in my shoes. You see, things happen to frequent fliers. Unimaginable things. Good soul that I am, I would not ever want them to happen to you. Believe me, frequent flying is no fun, once you’re done with the initial glee and the mileage points craze. Don’t believe me? Silly wannabe frequent fl

Dear Brother Teleshopping
Dear Brother Teleshopping, No greetings to you. Apologies, but I do not know how to greet someone as enlightened as you. You see, late Sunday night, we were all watching TV at the village square. Talli, in his usual high spirits, was playing with the channels. It was he who stopped at this amazing vision: A man and his wife are seated in their house.

Dear Brother Mayawati
(Important) Dear Brother Mayawati, Jai Ho. You will note I have taken the liberty of addressing you as brother. It is not without reason. Neither is it without verification from wikipedia*. So please do not be offended. This once, I will not digress as I often do. I will come to the point ASAP – (new word, again court

Dear Brother Jobs
(Confidential) Dear brother Jobs, I read you now have a new liver. One million genuine good wishes from me and all in my village to you. You will be pleased to know this: About the time you got a new liver, our village got a new Macbook. Actually, our village cybercafe owner Jaggu (aka Jags) bought one. But since Jaggu, Talli and I are country liq

Dear Brother America
Dear brother America, I hope is all is now well at your end. Sister Gauri’s cow gave birth to a calf last night. So we are hoping that will be a good omen for all of us. How is the hoping going at your end? I recently read that you were hoping Pakistan will continue looking into the 26/11 Mumbai attacks. And that your hoping had given renewed hope to our gove