Touch and Go

I’ve a confession to make. I never danced. Yes, NEVER. Ages back friends who tried to pump some dancing sense in me ended up frustrated.

Recently a friend was telling me about his problems with his boss. He says his boss hates him and doesn’t even try to hide his feelings.

If you are seeking someone to help you with your shopping, I’ll tell you one person never to call; me.

It happened sometime back. I was walking in the Piazza area with nothing particular in mind when I came across a lady I know arguing with a street vendor.

I must get me a lobbyist. I haven’t yet figured out what exactly he’ll be lobbying about. How about something like, “He is the smartest soul in the country and they are denying him the chance to prove it.

“Hello!” “Hello; it has been a long time since you last came. Where have you been?” “It has been only a month!” “For a haircut, a month is too long.”

Talking of square pegs in round holes, that is one colossal problem we face around here.

An everyday scenario; the traffic policewoman flags this mini-bus taxi for jumping a red light.

A group of us were talking about nothing in particular when the issue of ‘yesterday and today’ came up.

The Koshe tragedy was one of those painful moments that left one wondering what life was all about.