Posts from the “Aye-Photoshopper-mujhe-pyar-toh-kar” Category

Shor in the city.

Posted on March 13, 2012

February, the month of lou, has been nothing short of a disaster for  me. You see, I lost my internet connections. All of them. One wouldn’t allow me because I didn’t pay their bills. One can’t provide me a connection because I live in a stupid apartment where pigeons need three written permissions to shit on the terrace. And I lost the third one when my neighbor got his free wi-fi disconnected. (He suspected a foreign hand in his bills) So I’ve surfed internet on my dashing Lava phone. I’ve accidently retweeted conversations here and there. I’ve not felt jealous about any of my Facebook friends in a long time. February took me everywhere. To single digit Saving accounts balance to five digit credit…


Khali Fokat #1

Posted on June 8, 2011

Photoshop is addictive. Last night I had a lot of work to finish. I didn’t. I blame Photoshop. And our Prime Minister. Manmohan is a louly name. So is our Prime Minister. Calm, composed and well, calm and composed. But what if we had a more sinister Prime Minister? Like, Dr. MacMohan Singh? “Reporter: Sir, KITNA INAAM RAKHA HAI KANIMOZHI PE? Dr. MacMohan: POORE PACHAAS HAZAAAR!”   Or if he was a bit musical. Like Dr. Madan Mohan Singh.     Or if he was very musical. Like Dr. Mann Mohan Singh   You get the drift. Disclaimers: 1. Due apologies to the owners of these pics, whoever and wherever you are. If you want this blog post pulled down, just let me know.…