Thursday, November 12, 2015

The daily sweat shops

Today I went out for the weekly grocery shopping. I decided to try out the one who offers goods on a lesser margin.

Like all the desperate middle class middle aged men trying to save a rupee ( and in te end burn an extra ten rupee on petrol) I went to a renowned shop in the neighborhood. These guys ran a chain of grocery round the city. They quickly rose to fame and renovated the interiors to get the swanky feeling. I ran into some of my colleagues in the shop. I was amazed at the way they had beautifully arranged their stuff.

Needless to say it's not easy to compete with the Big Bazaars and Mores. But these small scale guys have held on to their share of market, much to their credit

I took a look around and saw very tiny kids dressed in white overcoats looking so famished, listless and tired. They were the 'executives'- fancy name given to sweatshop workers.
Most of them sweat it out morning till night only to earn a pittance. Some years ago when Kerala was unfriendly to business ventures we never saw these faces. Sadly we have become 'business friendly'

Friday, November 6, 2015

Starting again

Hello anyone who reads my blog. Been away for a while and now am back, this time as a very much married guy.

Well marriage was an excuse for lesser blogging and also  faulty keyboard. But the last week, I decided to buy a new keyboard and am very raring to go!!!!!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Bare handed dentist

I have been told many times, that I am a horny bastard and a jerk. The first instance was after seeing a fashion show of a friend. I got turned on so bad and let her know that she had "hot thighs". the next day she snubbed me so bad that she posted all over my orkut wall with the words- perhaps you should admire the thighs of your mother and sister. I cried so much and begged her for mercy.

I promised everyone that this would be my last time but no, over the years it went on to become greater and greater. Nowadays I am rather uncomfortable if no one calls me a horny bastard.

Some women had gone on to suggest marriage will cure me of all sickness. Now the said advise came from an American setlled friend who is "unofficially" separated from her husband.
But I realize I am very comfortable with myself and shed off all the pretensions.

Sometimes I am quite surprised that smaller things ae quite eniough to arouse the horny bastard in me
A few days ago I realized after a meal a small parrticle gets caught up in my teeth. I then struggle half an hour with my toungue and hands to get it out. i asked around who the cheapest dentist was.
Dentists are the hot money makers of today. They use very cheap materials and make more than 100 percent profit. Atlast I got reffered to a dentist couple.I went for an appointment and was asked by the receptionist whom I preffered to see

Although my choice was the lady, I preffered to be the gentleman and gave the choice to the receptionist. The receptionist , to my relief, fixed my appointment with th lady

I was even more rlieved to find a prety cute Brahmin lady with the most perfect curves. As she started prodding my teeth , exclaimimg how horrible they were I closed my eyes and lay dreaming about her, blissfully unaware of the drills carving my mouth. The latex gloves in her hands was a distraction. May be this is the reason people hate condoms.

Towards the end of it I felt a strange sensation and looked up to see there were no gloves in the hands digging into my mouth.
And i lay blissfully licking the hand , feigning ignorance