Before you know it, it would be the end of yet another year and 2011 will already be around the corner. So, as we hurtle towards the festive season and the last quarter of this year, this columnist is wondering...
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Before you know it, it would be the end of yet another year and 2011 will already be around the corner. So, as we hurtle towards the festive season and the last quarter of this year, this columnist is wondering...
Whether one calendar asks another, "Hey, what's the date scene like this month."
Whether you know that Mumbai is abuzz with speculation about Ratan Tata's successor, but even Infosys chief Narayan Murthyu00a0 is to step down next year and there is a committee to find his successor too.
Whether there should be special police protection for pressure cookers since they are the original whistle blowers.
Whether one racehorse tells another next to him in the stable, "Well, you know what they say: Mumbai has had enough 'reins' this season.
Whether one clock asks another, "When I grow up will I become a grandfather clock."
Will our babus and politicians walk away with all the prizes at a competition called Indian Idle?
Whether MNS will soon start attacking theaters which do not screen Marathi plays now that they have finished and gained publicity with their multiplex bashing. And will multiplexes have to start selling modaks, chivda and varan-bhaat along with popcorn and sandwiches to go with the MNS drive?
Whether India's legendary writer Ruskin Bond who lives in Mussorie, ever looks at himself in the mirror aims his pen like a gun and says: The name is Bond, Ruskin Bond.
Whether one pig tells another, "Hey don't stop there at that pigpen, that's a 'pay and pork'."
Whether two eggs which are filing for divorce tell the judge they have decided to separate because they cannot stand each other's egg-centricities.
Whether one fork tells another in the cutlery stand, "You know that is all a part of fork-lore."
Whether one pair of shoes tells another diagnosed with a terminal disease, "When you are dead and under the rocks I shall remember you by the smell of your socks."
Why a Mumbai writer does not take a leaf from the classy book Love in the Time of Cholera by Nobel Prize winning Colombian author Gabriel Garc ufffda M rquez and write a book called Love in the time of Malaria as an ode to our city, and why doesn't Odomos sponsor the entire project?
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