Dear Brother Teleshopping

Dear Brother Mayawati

Dear Brother Jobs

It’s 26/11. Hi.
It has been a year since I wrote this Post. Since then, countless rants, reasons, rationale and debates have been posted across the blogosphere. They continue to be posted. But today, somehow, I don’t feel like adding to any of these. Today I feel like sharing this song with you. You’ve heard it a

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