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The postman cringed as his drunken breath wafted through the half-open door. “Took us 6 months to find you.” He scratched his beard and grunted thanks. Ripping it open, a familiar handwriting said, “The wedding is on the 8th. Come get me PLEASE.” Hands shaking, he now noticed the street name smudged by a teardrop.

I had promised myself to do justice to Prash’s tag. Drawing inspiration from today’s short-shorts frenzy over at Sepia Mutiny, I came up with these 55 words. A more honest attempt, as you can see.

Actor Madhavan says:

I think Black should’ve been selected for the Oscar. This is clearly not a fair and unbiased selection. My heart reaches out to Mr Bachchan and Mr Bhansali. When it comes to being denied what I deserve, I’m the king.

Got to agree with him. He deserved a month in solitary confinement under Section 294 of the Indian Penal Code (obscene acts and songs to the annoyance of others in any public place) for Priyamaana Thozhi & Priyasakhi, and a left hook to the jaw for thinking Black was a good movie.

Yuvan Shankar Raja probably wants us to think he is some kind of Desi Dre, except he is not. Another instance of his hip-hop affliction is discovered in his latest venture, Kanda Naal Mudhal with a song called Pushing it Hard, which also describes his attempts at making Tamizh sound hip-hop. Once you get past the inane intro where a voice demands that Yuvan “spin the shit up”, the rest of the cookie-cutter composition will set your head spinning until it explodes with the banality of the song’s bridge.
Hey Yuvan…yeah?…give it a rest. And go back to sampling vintage Tamizh LPs. That was actually good shit.
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I wanted to make a post about this, then thought will use it to expend Prashant’s tag request instead. So, here goes…exactly 55 words based on a true incident that happened less than 2 hours back. (Maybe I’ll make a better attempt later :)

“Selva is not coming for dinner” she cooed sadly. All the tinted hair men, and there were a few, on Jet Airways 3531 clucked their tongues in disapproval. Later, she perched herself on Mrs.Yuvan’s lap on the bus to the main terminal. And all the while I kept thinking, “This chick looks hotter on screen.”