Tidbits picked up while traveling to office.

Behind an Indica taxi: Caution – Girls are smarty, but the hearts are dirty. 91%

A radio ad:
The ad talks about some new store called Diva which sells exclusive goods for ladies. There are few girl voices which talk about the handbags, skirts etc that are sold at Diva. At the end, a male voiceover gives the address of the store: Diva, Commercial Street, behind The Man Store.

I presume The Man Store is a success. Because behind every successful man, there is a …

91%.

What I need now is this:

Take an ounce of Peach Schnapps in a large shot glass, add a tablespoon (or more) of Bailey’s Irish Cream and top it with 2 drops of Grenadine.

Know any place where they allow diners to make their own drinks in Bangalore?
Would be nice to know.

Mumbai’s moment. Beautiful article.
One line:

“There are simply too many suffering,” one socialite explained. “So we focus on things we can actually have an impact on, like art and gardening.”

Link courtesy: Death Ends Fun

After taking the biggest blow ever, I am slowly resuming life.

This place has served to be a place for me to express myself, but this time there were no expressions. No nothing.

A void. Forever.

So, anyway, life resumes.

Chilli is going to be a married man in a couple of days from now. Standing on the edge of this momentous turn in his life, he writes down all the status changes here.

Good luck to him, and to all the others in the gang.
Yep, life resumes.