Who says life is dull?

Thanks you to the internet, there is hardly a moment of dullness in our lives...or to be more precise in my life. A friend of mine, working in a leading advertising agency, called me this morning to say that he is dying. Now for someone who is usually ensconced on the ninth floor of his agency, my reaction was that he is contemplating suicide. But that can never happen, argued my reason, for he is petrified to hurt himself. I asked him whether he has been detected with AIDS, but there was a long pause. Thats when I realised that was an oxymoron...no I am not detailing out his private life because his wife is in the West and his brother inlaw stays with him. Anyways it was discovered that he overate and he was ill at ease because of GAS...after all bangali.

A Gurgaon based friend has been spreading malicious rumours about me. Now dealing with women is an art and over the years, so it seems, that I have mastered the art of antagonising them. This concerned VILLAGE lady says that I hate her...now pretty young lady, just because you pop up when I am working and have to ignore doesnt mean that I hate you. Women women women!!!

But she did reveal something astonishing about a technologically challenged friend. This concerned lady has been washing dirty linens (about cousins) in ORKUT thinking that Orkut is for private eyes only!!! Not to mention some other juicy stuff. I am too tempted to provide her id, but have to refrain for loyalty sake. Staying on with girls, my friend in Kolkata finally got an invite to a party. Well since it was hosted by balding or balded or clean shaven Ronnie, she was not too excited to go and took along her companion. Ronnie USED to throw fab parties once upon a time, when he was not so old. Wonder how his parties are these days. What I heard from reliable sources makes me think whether the party was actually "happening". Amongst the select celebrity Kolkata guest list present was none other than the most sophisticated, charming slum language user Arjun. And he is ignoring girls these days!!! The boy who ran after every bird in skirt without giving a damn about ccaste, colour, size or creed has finally opted for homosexuality? There is something wrong with Loudon Street I must confess.