So, one of the producers of Avengers: Endgame called me. "Yo, hi, um, we need your help
Lobo Lobo was an annoyed man. "What men, bleddy men, all bunkus men," he ranted, while entering my home
And so, every year into our vocabosphere trots along some new 'shabdhs'
I tend to look at urban landscapes through a camera lens, and while the River Seine flowed through it, it seemed too picture perfect for me.
So, Lobo Lobo stormed into my house. "Hey Dikuna men, who you'll vote for on April 29 in your SoBo area?"
Once upon Dear reader, Lok Sabha 2019 beckons, and the media is full of phrases, terms and expressions, which are going bumper over your head, right? Rahul Da Cunha simplifies some of them for you
But these are people who'd like to express their deepest emotion in verse - call it prose, slam poetry, stream of consciousness iambic pentameter...
So, the BCCI called me. Yeah, me. What's BCCI, you're asking?
They assume aliases, odd pseudonyms, pseudo-patriotic handles
So, Lobo Lobo came to my home, sporting an Abhinandan mutton-chops-style mooch
This one launches off in the upper lip region but then Rapunzel-like winds its way down your face and neck all the way down to your waist
Twitter has indicated this - us bloodthirsty Indians, fresh from losing 44 jawans in Pulwama, demanded that Modiji respond in kind in the unkindest way possible
So, two stony-faced officials showed up at my door Ã¢ÂÂ a week after the Pulwama attacks
He had a hoodie on, many tattoos and his fingers were covered with rings. Before I could utter a word, he rattled/rapped the following
For me, the only difference between this one and its predecessors is I'm going to hit that EVM button not giving a hoot either way
Mrs Urmila Solanki, 78, disturbed from her morning prayers, enquired, "Kaun chhe, beta? Why has the army come here? Is there a war?
But that other Rahul, that Johri guy, himself a #MeToo dude, has the cheek to lecture us and is now taking us to court. We have not broken any laws. The CoAwNIotL are seriously out to get us."
Often, it isn't the greatest film ever, but it speaks to you at a point in your life. About the things you are thinking about at that point
So, this year I chose a SoBo shindig. Didn't want to get stuck on the other side of the border, i.e., the Sea Link
"What men, Dikuna, but I haven't taken a plane in my life. So wot diff it makes to me, men? Anyway forget dat, wot a year it's been, no?"
This is one dish that is truly Hindi-Chini bhai-bhai. And clearly, it isn't just me. From the pavement-side dhaba to the Punjabi family restaurant to the plush fine-dining pan-Asian bistros, everyone has their...
Democracy lies sacrificed at the altar of anarchy Moral fibre in tatters, Irreparable, toxic waste In the air, in our heads The rhetorical question. this extreme violence. Latent angerâ¦ or cathartic explosio...
"Hey men Dikuna, so wot you tink about all dese starry marriages, celebrity couples joining dere names and all, men?"
Freddie Mercury could pen songs that ranged from the boppy, dance track 'Another one Bites the Dust' to the cerebral 'We are the Champions' to the parody, 'Death on Two Legs'
They had wives, kids, lives, but you felt what really drove them was creating the next big idea, creating something for the wider good, not just for themselves
So, for once my cable guy Lobo Lobo showed up at my doorstep, to repair, not rant
So, it's that Diwali week: three hugely significant days in the Hindu calendar, Rama's vanquishing of Ravana, and the triumph of good over evil
That A Star Is Born is Bradley Cooper's debut film as director is quite unbelievable
Two parties within one organisation, going at each other in a heated battle of wits
Lobo Lobo was upset. Dressed in a mundu, he stood at my doorstep, his two wisps of air, flapping like mini tornado 'twisters' in the wind