Sunday, November 27, 2011

Not for aunties


I have been procrastinating it for a long time. I bought the pair of under wears today. It was funny  because most of the shops were being manned by women. It is impossible to not expect Tamil women to be scandalised. But somewhere in a dark alley, I saw this bright shop. It read Ambika Textiles.
I spent a good minute scanning the place. Although its goods were mostly women oriented, there were men behind the counter. So with the despair and frustration that goes with living among aliens, I stepped inside and waited for the salesman to notice. Well, there were those jumpy aunties.
I whispered the 'u' word to the marwadi boy and he unknowingly did me a big favour.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Biker Babe


Driving a two-wheeler can be a revelation during the rains. It suddenly becomes something more than just a transporter. It is what gives you the slick movement as other cars, especially your boss', cuts a forlorn figure in the traffic jam. You beat him to office.
The squeaking noise that your bathroom slippers make was inevitable.You were only protecting your 4k pair of shoes. You can appreciate the stuffiness a playmate experiences in her leather tight pants as your jeans is no less than latex now.