Still at it
Mr AC doesn’t understand the term “lying low” apparently. He’s out again, getting interviewed
“This is probably for the first time in India that an initiative has been taken by a B-school to take management dialogues beyond the realm of the CEOs and MDs. While in the past we have had workshops where CEOs and MDs have paid Rs. 40,000 a day, this has been priced at an affordable Rs. 2,500 per head. This seminar is an effort to take management to the masses,” he said.
LOL
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TOUCH
This is an interesting exercise I came across at Caferati on Ryze
So here goes, my attempt to tell a story in less than 600 words themed on TOUCH——-
That voice from the kitchen, a loud “Shyam” that leaves no doubt as to who calls me. And like interstellar radio waves, it only comes closer. I get up guiltily; try to beg her to hide. I didn’t want my parents to know about her just yet. But there she is, in all her full glory. Textures and surfaces and patterns and ridges and whorls and crests and depressions. Begging to be felt, begging for my touch. Her skin. Her little quivering lips, in anticipation of my fingers on them. I let her wait for it. I let her squirm in delicious pain, anticipating my exploring touches. We roll over, she gets on top and licks me. One wet sloppy I-know-you-love-this-and-can’t-have-enough-of lick on my face that has me all but giving in to her.
She wouldn’t let go of my fingers. She has it in her hands, dragging hers over mine, in a karmic handshake. The voice comes closer, upon us, discovery imminent. But I am far too gone to care now. I caress her arms, going closer to her little sweet spot. She jumps in joy. Her nails dig into my flesh. One more little crest in our graph of pleasure. Just when I start stroking her, those pink, soft
pointed ears, my mom sees me playing with my new dog.
This is personal
Whoever that dimwit is who called me, beware! I’ve got your number and won’t hesitate to go to the police. I’ve been only a second-hander in the IIPM fracas. But now you’ve pulled me in and I will fight! BEWARE
I don’t believe this
Amitabh will play Rajni in the Hindi Chandramukhi.
Man, is that movie going places or what? A Malayalam movie that got remade in Kannada which was then recast into a money-spinning “suspension of disbelief” overload tamil and telugu pot-boiler. Now in Hindi. I can see Rani Mukherji singing that “ra-ra” song in Kashmiri or Punjabi already. And I can’t handle it!
IIPM again
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What we adopt today, others did yesterday!
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Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan is a copywriter, photographer and goofball from Chennai. He is also an archaeologist, historian and a city lover. He is currently a documentary film-maker and desk-monkey for a film production house.
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