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22/07/2024

It’s been raining cats and dogs and Mumbai BMC’s been humane to ask citizens to check under their vehicles for cats & dogs seeking shelter through their Instagram post.

Dark, gloomy, non-stop showers can make you lose your interest in the very word romance. One reason why London never attracted me. Wonder why is Mother India attracting her here.

A writer like me would usually use this time to put my pen to paper and conjure stories from our endless pit called imagination. But a fever ruined that. Unable to bear it I decided to give it a head on fight today.

Woke up and took a cold shower instructing my mind to drive it away. Then I decided that this day my Sheafer’s would ink a song.

Using my nemesis AI to give music to a story I had written long.

Algebra weds Geometry
The theme it had to be.

Over a strong cup of Mysore Concerns Filter the words flew free!

[Intro]
Yo, listen up, let me tell you 'bout a tale,
'Bout Algebra and Geometry, and their love that prevailed,

[Verse 1 - Algebra]
I'm Algebra, complex, calculative, mean,
Expand long, got brackets on my team,
Never thought I'd find someone like Geometry,
But then I saw her, and my equations changed, you see,

[Chorus]
Geometry, Geometry, can we be together?
On one plane, forever, no matter the weather?

[Verse 2 - Geometry]
I'm Geometry, shape-shifter, triangle to square,
Circles too, but only Tangent can touch me there,
Algebra proposed, but I said "hold up, slow",
We gotta be on the same plane, don't you know?

[Chorus]
Algebra, Algebra, can we make it work?
Quadratic equations, Pythagoras, let's go, smirk!

[Verse 3 - Pythagoras]
I'm Pythagoras, the OG, right angle king,
Hypotenuse, my mediator, let the love sing,
I squared them up, rooted for them till the end,
Now Algebra and Geometry, their love will never trend,

[Chorus]
Algebra and Geometry, together they stand,
On one plane, forever, hand in hand!

[Outro]
Now that's a love story, in math, you see,
Algebra and Geometry, a perfect harmony!

Pleased as a punch I slipped the lyrics into my Mixer.

AI make this into an iconic rap & funk… in you I trust Mr Fixer.

Like a perfect Gent he commenced and pulled out this winner you would want to listen

So here’s my first full song courtesy SunoAI.

Written over to chase away my fever, so be generous with your praises bhai.

17/07/2024

Breakfast Tales
By Storywallah

He asked me for my measure of Old Monk and I said, “A generous 90, uncle”. He burst out in his guffawing laugh that alternated between a mock and a realisation. Mock that mine was too small to fit into the Parsi Race (The Peg Measure). Realisation that the night at Phiroze Bandukwala’s farm house was going to be a long and memorable one.

“Try the Parsi Peg” he said pouring the entire quarter bottle into my glass and topping it with hot water. “Thoda Kadak hai lekin itna smooth jayega na ki next day you’ll wake up feeling all fresh ready for early morning action” he remarked once again breaking out in his guffawing laugh.

Our company at his rooftop canopy was broken by the entry of a beautiful woman. She must have been in her mid twenties. Extremely fair and well endowed. She came with a beaming smile and laid out a plate of the most enticing looking Cheese Toast Sandwich sprinkled with a hint of red chilli flakes. The smell of the cheese was so enticing that I couldn’t resist to pick one.

Phiroze pulled the plate away from me and pushed it back to the women. “Persis, darling put lots of marcha on it…green chillies”. She obediently went back with the plate.

“My wife Persis, she was an air hostess till I pataoed her mid air flying back from Tehran to Bombay. She cooks all French & International dishes well, now I’m training her to go back to her roots of being authentic Parsi”

My heart skipped a beat. This woman was young enough to be his daughter. I raised my glass and gulped down my potent drink. It wasn’t a pleasant experience at all. And my expressions said it all.

“I know what you are tinking man, But Persis is no Simran to fall for your boyish Shahrukh like looks… remember I’m from the Bandukwala Clan. We are the original suppliers of Guns to the British Imperial Army” he said once again breaking out in his guffawing laughter.

The toasts came again but this time served by the house help with loads of green chillies on it. I had and and enjoyed it. It gave me the courage to ask for a refill and 3 refills later I was politely escorted to my guest bed by the house help.

The next morning I woke up the original roosters alarm, feeling fresh ready for some action. My mind drifted into last night’s brief encounter with Phiroze. My eyes looked around to see her and went on to a larger than life portrait of Phiroze with his Gun. I instantly remembered his words.

“Remember I’m Bandukwala. When we are not shooting off our mouths we use a gun”

30/05/2024

Breakfast Tales
By Storywallah

Men and their toys. The Porsche once upon a time aptly filled that sweet spot. Happens that this toy gets into the hand of a 17 year old, who allegedly under the influence of alcohol tests it’s horse power in the streets of Pune and mauls down to death two motorcycle riding engineers.

His Juvenile act earns him a bail upon writing a 300 word Essay on “Road Accidents”.
That he belongs to a high profile family is but common sense.

The Poor who can’t afford a pavsher, cannot be behind the wheels of a Porsche (You better pronounce it right). The closest someone from the Middle Class could come was under its wheels.

Meanwhile in a curious tale of twists and turns, blood samples from the Pune Sassoon Hospital were allegedly manipulated to show lack of alcohol in the accused blood and even creating a possibility of a driver being behind the wheel and not the accused.

The plot sounds familiar. Only that a Porsche replaces a LandCruiser.

In a country that maturely demonstrated a provision for Juveniles to be tried like adults if proven to be guilty of the heinous act, what should be meted out as justice to this young lad is not even a discussion.

But that is if and when the matter reaches the court in it’s purest form without alibi’s coming into play, tampering witnesses and evidences.

Because money & influence can buy all of this, even before justice is delivered.

I’m not saying this to fill an essay. The future of this case actually played out in my dreams last night. And the story was something like this.

The yellow Media has taken its opportune moment to do its very own trial.

Doctors are sacked, Police Officers are transferred. A section of Human Rights begin to debate the trauma that could taint the Juvenile mind forever.

Stand-ups became rife once again with hit & run jokes. Big Boss under the patronage of the most generous and forgiving Khan brother invited this kid for his share of redemption.

On the show he was consoled by the one and only Viral Vada Pav Ms.Dixit. Love once again erased the boundaries between the rich and the poor and both announced their destination wedding in the streets of Sainik Vihar, where freeloaders were treated to unlimited Vada Pavs , served from remains of crashed but refitted Porsche.

The couple was then the Tokai in Karan Johar’s chat show and post BJP reinstalled in mighty majority at the centre, an out of job Agniputra found a befitting tale in “The Porsche Files”.

The Nation’s leading publishing house bought the rights to publish the 300 word essay into a book which has a preface written by India’s top 10 writers in praise of a juvenile’s profound insights into road accidents. The Book “The Drunk Who Crashed His Porsche” launched at the World Book Fair at Pragati Maidan sells a million copies in a matter of few hours

I narrated my dream to my 77 year old mother this morning.

All she had to ask me was, “Whatever happened to the families of the two engineers?”

11/05/2024

Breakfast Tales
By Storywallah

Aloo had a crush on the Bhindi. On Valentine’s Day, he decided to take his crush to the next level and proposed to the Bhindi.

Bhindi was aghast, she screamed, “How could you even think of this. Have you seen yourself in the mirror. You are so fat… who would even want to date you?”

The Aloo was crushed. Never before did he feel so insulted. That day he studied himself in the mirror and contemplated su***de. But his mother told him a thing that changed his life forever.

He felt confident and put his picture on the Tinda App. He first found a match in Mutter, then Gobhi, then Palak, Methi and even the Gajjar.

Now eligible partners from the dairy community went after him. Like the Paneer. Even the Curd chose to hang with him and very soon the Mutton (Ghost) found a suitable boy in him.

Poor Bhindi was left all alone.

So what did the Mother say to the Aloo that changed his life forever?

Comment below.

Answer to be unveiled tomorrow on Mother’s Day!

02/05/2024

It’s the year of elections and apart from casting my vote to a suitable candidate at office, I believe it’s time I cast my vote for the Indian 15 to represent our country to play the ICC T20 World Cup

The pundits of cricket have inked their choice. Time the Junta Janardan who pays for the tickets inked their choice. I bet it will be much fairer than what our current selection committee has picked.

Here I’ve put my neck in line. If you are a true cricket ambassador go ahead take this chain ahead and post your pick of the team!

ICC T20 World Cup 2024

Indian 15
By Storywallah

Ruturaj Gaikwad
Yashasvi Jaiswal
Sanju Samson (Captain)
Riyan Parag
Shivam Dube
Rishabh Pant
Rinku Singh
Bumrah (Vice Captain)
Sandeep Singh
Yuzvendra Chahal
Kuldeep Yadav

Bench
Prabhsimran Singh
Mohammed Siraj
T Natarajan
Arshdeep Singh

That pretty pic of mine is courtesy AI. That’s the only thing fake in this post.

27/04/2024

So inspired by you Sanju Samson!
I give a big ‘F’ if they select you to represent India in WC T20… you are forever my captain after Shane Warne!

Halla Bol!

23/04/2024

18/04/2024

Our new campaign for Schmitten encourages people to let go of their rivalry and differences and come together for the greater good.

Purpose is always above people and therefore Let’s Get Schmitten!

Now showing on Social Media handles. Like follow share!

Watch this space for more.
Caricatures by Mahesh Sutar

18/04/2024

Our new campaign for Hoppits.
On the go goodness bar from Schmitten. When life chews on you… chew one!

Because Life Happens! Have Hoppits.

Like follow share on Hoppits FB & Instagram

06/04/2024

Two centuries. One went on with him a form. One regained. At the end it’s Butler who helped Rajasthan Royals pip the score line set by a formidable opponent.

Now fans don’t blame the dew, but congratulate the pink few!

Halla bol! Top of the table!

RCB. Have a beer or two

01/04/2024

The Royal Flush

Halla Bol!

31/03/2024

Breakfast Tales
By Storywallah

The egg & the yolk had long separated. They had incorrigible differences about whom amongst them was better.

“I’m the healthiest, lean, mean no fat” boasted the white.

“Says who? I’m more protein by volume plus I’m enriched with vitamins and minerals and most of all I’m the one who make you edible, you are tasteless without me” the yolk debunked.

Their separation received more eye balls than the fall out of Abhi & Aish. And very soon their combined presence became a rarity.

Omelette started to become all white, boiled egg whites didn’t qualify for a pretty picture too. At the same time there couldn’t be many things made by the yolk itself. All the goodness and enriched self couldn’t claim fortune to a single dish. The yolks life went on to enhance the custard, bind the cake and texture an ice cream. But it had no identity on the own.

Both realised their follies but were reluctant to make a first move. The one day, a young girl of 15 decided to take matters into her hands when she wanted to make her dad a healthy egg sandwich. Her way of folding in a Sunny Side between two loaves of bread with some honey spread over marked the reunion of the white and the yolk.

They looked inseparable and lived happily ever after.

Ego is the poison be it in an egg or a human.

HAPPY EASTER!