Published June 14th, 2008
in Creative Writing and Silly.
Welcome to GB TV’s “Isko Dekho Please” . The date today is June 14, 2012 and we have for you an exclusive round up of the big releases this summer.
Abh Bas Bhi Karo Sarkar: The “Sarkar” saga continues with the fourteenth installment of the mega mafia drama. This time Abhishek and Aishwarya’s son, Mangalik Bachchan is crowned the new “Sarkar” making ” Sarkar” the first movie series in cinema history where more than 50% of the cast comes from the same family. The story is totally new: Sarkar’s empire is under attack from movie reviewers/failed movie makers, all jealous of the genius of “we-all-know-who”.
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Published November 16th, 2006
in Creative Writing and Religion.
Silence. Total darkness. Save for a circle of blinding light in the middle of the room. And at the centre of the circle of illumination a man, chained to a chair with electrodes placed all over his body.
He is naked. Stripped off all clothes.
Except for a baseball cap on his head.
Continue reading ‘Him’
Published April 28th, 2006
in Comedy and Creative Writing.
[This is really weird. I have received at least 2 emails which have informed me that my old post 1 900 Hotties gives a 404 error. What makes it weird is that I can see it perfectly fine (and no not from the cache). I have no idea why this is so. So, I repost my ” 1 900 Hotties”— hoping sincerely that it is not the content that is making browsers misbehave.]
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Published February 5th, 2006
in Bollywood, Creative Writing and Reviews.
[Okay here is another bit of fiction from the Greatbong. After all of you (well almost all) panned my last post, this is my revenge—another short story. I shall keep on writing such posts till I get positive comments.
This is also my review of the movie “Zinda”]
Sanjay Gupta, director of “Kaante”, “Zinda” and other Bollywood classics, wakes up one morning. His mind is reeling—last memory he had was a drunk evening with Sanjay Dutt, Mahesh Manjrekar groveling in front of Dubai Bhai on the phone and doing screen tests for some actresses.
But where is he now? A small room with one television set, a rack full of DVDs—it is obvious to him he has been kidnapped.
But by whom? He had given the overseas rights to Bhai, sought the “blessings” of the Balasaheb–in all discharged all the duties of a Mumbai director/producer. And yet why is he in this solitary room with just a TV set , DVDs and a plate of pao bhaji inserted through a hole in the door?
Continue reading ‘Zinda Buddha Beta (Old Boy Is Alive)’
Published February 4th, 2006
in Creative Writing.
[One more losing entry in a creative writing competition. The stipulation here was that the story had to be about 500 words. So without further ado, let me present one more reason why I should stay away from fiction]
He walked up the steps.
He was happy—another job well done. Within moments, he would be with his ten year old son and his lovely wife.
He knew he was not like any other dad or husband. A life of sitting behind a desk was not for him.
Continue reading ‘Michelangelo’
Published December 30th, 2005
in Comedy, Creative Writing and Personal.
Late night. A glass of rum-coke by my side. Surfing the net when all of a sudden my ICQ window pops up. There’s a message:
From BirthdayBoy_at_20: Hi. I know this sounds kind of weird. I am you ,when you were 20. I just wanted to see if you are online….had some questions to ask you.
Yeah right. This has got to be a practical joke. A few of my friends—the very few I have know its my 30th birthday on the 30th of December and this must be their idea of a joke. Very funny.
I type back. Yes BirthdayBoy_at_20 , this is BirthdayBoy_at_30. Nice joke. Now which clown is this?
Continue reading ‘A Birthday Story’
Published November 8th, 2005
in Blogs, Comedy, Creative Writing, India and Politics.
An extract from Natwarlal ’s blog “Mere paas aao mere doston ek kissa suno” somewhere in the blogosphere.
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I miss the good old days. Siyaram Kasturi used to do the groceries, R Dhanbaan used to cut the onions , Moonekay Gandhi was a model in a towel, and Indura was India. Television was under our control, the PM used to be the RJ-in-chief on Akashvani and I used to sit, legs curled up behind me thinking of 20 points for the latest garibi jamboree program.
There were two superpowers in the world, the people who took money from both of them called themselves the “Non Aligned Movement” and all our conversations consisted of the “North South dialogue”, “the have and the have nots” and ” Get rid of poverty”.
Committees were called Politburos and “Gimme Red” meant another suitcase full of cash had arrived from the Kasturba Gandhi Briddhashram (which the world used to know as the KGB).
You needed a license to scratch your balls and red tape held the country together. And most of all, there was respect.
Continue reading ‘“No More” Machaye Shor’
Published October 28th, 2005
in Creative Writing.
[Noone tagged me….but here goes]
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Punch drunk with lust, she moves away the sheets and invites him wordlessly to join her on the bed. He is sculpted like a Greek God. She shivers and opens herself up to him. He however quivers and smiles embarrassedly.
“Finished soo soon?†She complains.
“It’s just a 55 word story. What do you expect?â€
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