Author: manuscrypts

  • To boldly go

    where no other tv crew has gone before…. what had perhaps started out as a spoofy ad on how television channels report even the most inane news as breaking news, ballooned into a series of ads on a whole range of products, and before we know it, its a trend, that every fmcg worth its salt wants to ape.
    Salt, lets start with that… the ad goes this way, a guy is brushing his teeth, when all of a sudden, a tv crew barges in and gives hima lecture on having Active Salt in your toothpaste and obviously xyz is the only brand that has it… there are similar ones for stains on clothes (multiple brands – powder and soap), stains on vessels,and so on….
    D says she would love to meet that ‘Vanish’ lady and get her to remove the turmeric stain on a handkerchief. apparently the damn thing didnt work on it when D tried:)
    I have a bigger fear, what if soaps get into the act, followed by Kamasutra?

    until next time, ad shads

  • Hogwash – The Finale

    The day before the world goes potty for the final time. And tradition demands that this version releases a day before. So here it is, and for those who are still not quite clear on what we are talking about, here’s the story so far.. and now

    Parry Hotter and the Deathly Hallows

    Legends never die, and Parry Hotter is no exception. As he struggles to relate to a world that has become a constantly blurring phenomenon between virtuality and reality, the world suddenly witnesses the sudden disappearance of celebrities. Parry is forced to get back to his old profession as he tries to seek out his young missing relative, who is a socialite and happens to have the same initials as him. Because of her constant use of controversies to generate hype around herself, the media and the law are not too keen on tracking her. But is that all there is to it?
    Parry begins his investigation on Whotube, where she had posted a cryptic video about her seemingly planned disappearance. As Parry trudges the murky territories in cyberspace, he realises that both of them might be mere pawns in a diabolical game played by whotube, a video sharing site, now owned by the famous search engine Hoogle. It was no secret that Hoogle had paid too much for their new acquisition and Parry realises that Hoogle is desparate to get people addicted to their site.
    As more celebrities and socialites continue to disappear,after messages posted on Whotube, the traffic in the search engine and its new acquisition soars. Parry begins to realise that this may not be a coincidence and there might be a sponsored link behind the seemingly random occurences.The tension mounts as new videos begin to surface on Whotube, showing the execution of celebrities amidst bizzarre religious ceremonies. Parry is now convinced that the search engine is not as hallowed as perceived, and the white homepage hides deadly secrets.

    In a fitting finale to the series, author Howling pits the old school detective against the new age search engine. Can Parry Hotter feel lucky or will he become just another part of search history?

  • So, whats the brouhaha all about?

    A half dinner at 7 on a saturday night is bound to leave one in a confused state of mind. Fortunately, a few centuries back, man discovered a way to handle most of the confusions in life – caffeine. Unfortunately though, many know this secret and so we have a chain of cafes mushrooming all over the place, which leads to more confusion – where do we go now?
    But since we were near the locality where Bangalore’s next blogger’s meet is scheduled, i thought i would drop in there. I mean, what if by a quirk of fate, i miss it and the rendezvous with Brew haha in my destiny got postponed indefinitely? Anyways, the place is pleasant enough and those games are a nice touch, though i managed not to get adventurous and stuck to an old favourite, Uno, which D immediately liked.
    In between the coffee and the sandwiches and figuring out what was on the cards, i saw a duo at the corner working on a laptop. I have a theory on people working on laptops in cafes, and another one about people doing it on Saturday nights, but we’ll talk about that another time. So, D and i were discussing what they could possibly be doing, and i suggested that it could be a start up and maybe we can read about them a few years later in Forbes or something (oh, okay, Business World) where they discuss how they initially used to work out of Brewhaha (and then maybe i can write a coffee table book on how i noticed them and finally make some money).. flimsy premise, but i have read worse..hehe
    Meanwhile there was another younger couple on the next table who were also busy working, not on a laptop, but PDA. They were well on their way to a start up, the kind whose gestation time is about nine months. 🙂

    until next time, whats brewing?
    PS: Ramana, Deez, Arunima, Layon and so on, any of you planning to attend the meet?

  • Still Trippin’

    They almost threw me out when i asked them if i can get travel reimbursement for ego trips.

    until next time, we need humour resources 😀

  • Making my trip

    The flight was delayed by over 2 hours, which meant that i was taking potshots at anything resembling a Go Air employee and in some cases, other passengers whose flights were on time 🙂

    He: Have you scanned it?
    Me: Yup, did that at home. Don’t think i have forgotten anything.
    He: I meant the machine, sir
    Me: Then why don’t you ask the machine?
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    He: (while trying to elbow his way past me during the security check): (pointing to the machine): My phone’s in there, let me through.
    Me: (after letting him past): Where do you think mine is?
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    He: (while telling me to use the entry at the back of the plane) You can go behind.
    Me: Behind who?
    He: I meant backside
    Me: Behind whose backside?
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    And as they kept running laps on the runway without taking off, i loudly sang “Udhale Udhale…”
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    D refused to allow me to have more fun. I especially missed asking the air hostess, whose name was Smitha, whether her first name was Silk.
    In fact D was so rude, she pointed to me, when they came around with the trash cart.

    until next time, way to Go?