There’s something refreshing about a name like Inkfruit, and it’s even more refreshing when it turns out to be a site selling T-shirts. So these guys approached me asking me to review their site, and they’d give me a Tee in return. Now the request was seriously cute, and just because it was so refreshingly naïve and cute, I said OK.

So here I am, with Inkfruit open in another tab, and I’m thinking, ‘That’s called ideating’.

Don’t know how far something this specific will run, and these guys might need to come up with something MORE, but, for the time being, this is a great plan, and I hope it works. ‘Cause, you know, it’s just so cute and refreshing.

Some of the Tee designs are pretty cute and whacky. And these designs are submissions of people – you can do so too. Not just that, you can also vote and rate your favourite designs, and leave back comments. So it’s all nice and interactive.

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While the three other metropolitan cities of India had the Gay Pride, Mumbai’s non participation was definitely a subject of much debate and bewilderment.

I mean, if Delhi could have it, then how come the most recognized city on the Indian map, the city of dreams, the fabled city of chill and chic, didn’t?

‘Hypocrisy’ is the one-word answer I got when I posed this question to a Gay friend. Apparently, there is much infighting and lack of unity among the various Gay groups and NGOs in the city. The divides runs deep between the classes and the masses, and never the twain shall meet - or so he said.

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Before your eyeballs pop out, let me rephrase this. Sex Bloopers that I’ve Heard Of from Friends. And since it is always funner to have a laugh at someone else’s expense, here’s to all of them who’ve been there, done it, and wished they hadn’t. And if you’re one of those sorry asses (pun unintended) mentioned here, don’t fret. No names have been given out. I have a heart after all.

6.The damn zip. And belt. Now this one, I’ve been told by many many. He wants to do it. She wants to do it. And they want to do it fast. But, they’re both wearing jazzy designer denims. And belts tied really really tight. Which take waaaaaay too much time to undo, unbuckle and unzip.

Result? Flagging… spirits of course… what did you think? Perverts! That’s why I say designer wear never gets you any-where.

5.They were on an abnormally high single bed pushed up against the wall and were mostly rolling about in a sad imitation of a Hollywood flick, when the most un-filmi thing happened. One misjudged turn and jack fell down (didn’t break his crown – thank god!), but Jill did come rolling after.

Talk about rollicking times!

4.Now this is a case of first time and the couple, being a set of enthu cutlets, was trying too many positions in one session. A lot of entangling of legs happened, and after all the pushing and pulling, the two found after much experimentation that sometimes, it’s best to keep it simple.

Too much josh and too little skill isn’t always healthy you see.

3.They were fast moving from first base to second, and things were only getting hotter. Then, the girl farted. A dry, non-smelly one, but a fart nonetheless. The friend however wasn’t repelled or turned off, instead, he was really impressed with the way she handled the situation.

What did she do? She Laughed Out Loud.

2.Sloppy kissing. Now this one even I can vouch for. There are the kissers. Then there are the French kissers. So far so good. Then, come the sharks, whose sole purpose in life seems to want to

a) drown you in their saliva b) chomp on everything that comes in their way: lips, chin, nose… teeth. c) be a pain in the neck, literally. d) muck up your hair, as if they’re searching for shrimps.

Moral of the story: Don’t even think about going second base with these buggers, coz hikkies are certainly not their cup of tea.

And finally, (enter at your own risk)…

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Forgive me in advance,

I plan to get a bit soppy

There’s much reason you see

And even more rhyme

As I’m going to talk about time

Passed, gone, three years to the date

When by chance, or perhaps fate

I opened this site and gave it my name

And with the click of a mouse, became

The blogger you all know and read

With patience and tolerance indeed.

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It’s kind of hard to believe that I belong to the same culture whose women were blessed with a pre-marriage custom, popularly known as “the Swayamvar”. Be it Indumathi, Sita and Draupathi; all they were expected to do was look pretty and walk down the aisle with a bulky garland in hand, while the prospective bridegrooms were put through various tests in order to prove their worth in the eyes of their desired princess. Now whatever happened to the after-marriage lives of some of these women (vanvaas, agni pariksha & polyandry), I shall ignore for the convenience of this post.

But as it is often said, “all good things come to an end” similarly the time-honoured practice of Swayamvar went through drastic changes, slowly and gradually tilting more and more in the favour of the opposite sex. Garlands got replaced with “chai ki thali” and instead of the man; the probable bride is the one who gets checked out by the groom and his entire khandan. The eligible bachelor has the liberty of interrogating as many potential wives before selecting the one. My cousin brother zipped through 39 finally settling down with my sister-in-law, the 40^th arranged proposal on his list. Whereas for my bhabi, he was the first and the last.

And this number game according to me is quite skewed.

Click here to continue reading ‘The ‘M’ Word Part 8: On A Bridal Spree’

(Well its Salman Khan. And I tend to get a wee-bit emotional when it comes to him but then again this is no new news for you. Which is why when the time came to review the very first episode of 10 Ka Dum, I choose my dearest friend to take it while I could spend the entire 60 minutes simply ogling at the man and not worrying about the rest.)

Take a glass piece to the eye, crinkle up your nose, and revisit a much thinner Salman Khan of two decades ago. His expressions, his accent and his I’m-so-Kewl attitude remain much the same as he played the bad-boy-turned-good in the Rekha and Farook Sheikh starrer Biwi Ho Toh Aisi (1988).

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