Lock, Stock and Barrel

Imagine life was a daily soap ..
(AJinkya typing .. )
T h i s

I love my parents and they love me too. Parents are a unique species. They think everything bad is because of you upto an age where you start earning.
When I was a child, the event of a flower pot breaking was always associated with me - "You had something to do with this, didnt ya?" ..my mom used to go. Cracking of windows, she didnt even care to ask that question. Her thinking out loud - "Sigh! Where...

(This ones for Ketaki!)
My friend introduced us to his to-be-wife today. (I mean he introduced us "today" ..not his "today's wife" :P )
It was like "these are the guys you gonna have to bear with for your life now" ..I guess that was the reason we had no other girl-friends in the "meeting", so that she would have to pass the test of being the alone girl in the group .. it was all about...

Well pockets ... trouser pockets ... every wondered why they were made ? They were created for men damn it ! How dumb are ya ?
We men need those ... why do we need those ? For no reason .. yes that is the reason - "for no reason" When we have nothing to do what do we do ? We put our hands in our pockets .. What do we do in awkward situations and awkward pauses - we put our hands...