The best part about playing badminton is that, every once in a while, I can yell out to my team mate: “Eyes-on-the-kak”.
“kak” is me saying “cock” in a ghati way.
In case you have not figured it out.
Fuck. You are dumb.
I wonder if chess is only made for lazy people.
Oh, the Calcutta High Court in a mildly publicised judgement has directed an air hostess to be reinstated after she was removed from flying duties for being over weight.
Apparently she crossed the “permissible weight limits” because of certain medication she had been advised to take in order to fight her phobia of heights.
Phobia of heights.
Wait a minute………..
It is so cold right now that my shorts feel like a fridge which holds a pair of frozen gulab jamuns.
I kid you not my friend. It is frikkin freezing.
But its okay I forgive this city.
In other news, I am going to head out and make myself a sandwich. Like a real, proper sandwich. The one with a thin layer of turkey slices, and some ice cold lettuce and slices of firm tomatoes and some cucumber and perhaps a bit of mayo and some salami and a rasher or two of bacon fried in butter. Might as well add in some pastrami and pickle and maybe some chips in the middle. And the bread is going to be slightly toasted so when I bite I hear that “crrrrrunch” of freshly toasted bread and feel the warm bread in my mouth. And the mustard will spill from the side onto my hands and I will wipe it on my dirty jeans and take another bite.