MMX

no, this is not another article reminding you that you’ve aged as another year has arrived.

i don’t quite understand the point of celebrating new year’s eve. not that i’ve anything against rejoicing santa claus’ joblessness for another 360 days, but what’s there to be happy about? in fact, there’s a good reason why i become increasingly worried as new years eve approaches, because first january forces you to make decisions that impact the rest of your year. let me illustrate with...
resolutions. here’s a good ol’ tradition. except that traditionally, it only matters for a few hours.  it’s like hanging a ’caution wet paint’ sign: there’s an element of fun in breaking the rules. and before you know it, these promises begin to mirror one’s memories of new year parties i.e. they become increasingly hazy & unclear. but i’ve made up my mind to buy up some tyres and befriend vijay mallya this year because of...
calendars. this one’s a biggie. you want to make sure you can tolerate the scenery for a year, and that it magically arrives at your doorstep for free! getting one out of the two is not that hard actually, but discovering good taste in freebies is easier that mining unobtainium. fortunately for humankind, pirelli and kingfisher still believe that the best things in life are free and distribute their time tables gratis to the exclusive list of contacts in their...
diaries. in an age where contacts reside in nokias, hotmail and facebook, what’s this piece of paper worth? at this point, you must be waiting for some witty comment on how diaries saved anil kapoor from mogambo, but you’d be wrong. i completely agree that they’re rubbish. diaries are so yesterday: everyone’s on blogger and twitter now.