Comments on: 55Friday: The “Why Does it Always Rain on Me?” edition

By: thekingsingh

thekingsingh — Thu, 03 Nov 2005 18:59:24 +0000

Jai, just jokes man Keep up the good work, yours are always a great read.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Thu, 03 Nov 2005 11:53:16 +0000

Thekingsingh,

Don’t make assumptions, buddy wink

A lot of these are actually semi-autobiographical or based on real-life events involving people I know (or have met in the past).

But it is good to have an outlet for one’s writing skills, anyway. I like your Sikh-focused 55′s too — hopefully you’ve also noticed mine, on previous 55 threads.

In any case, I liked my Heer-Ranjha one the most (post no. 13), since I’m a romantic old fool

By: thekingsingh

thekingsingh — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 20:52:18 +0000

Long after the deadline passed, he couldnÂ’t stop writing. There was so much he wanted, and needed, to express. His fingers quivered. Oh, the passion! But even more, oh the frustration! He kept writing as the inspiration released like a geyser.

He continued, until he read the comment from thekingsingh.

Â“Dude, you need a girlfriend.Â”

By: siddhartha m

siddhartha m — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 20:23:53 +0000

jai singh,

damn! you be illin'!

peace

By: Ennis

Ennis — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 20:19:54 +0000

She was obsessed. Every few minutes she left her book, television, or even yummy daal chaval and turned to the internet. Each time she hoped the website would answer her yearning. The page opened. She scanned the recent browntown news and sidebar commentary conflagrating terrorism, Apu, and bollywood. She held her breath. Where was Ennis?

Sheepishly, he mumbled Â“IÂ’ve been busy Â… IÂ’m sorry, I forgot to check the commentsÂ” He eyed flowers on his way to work, but who would he send them to? He had no idea who Sikhgirl was, where she lived, if she was married, what she looked like. Who was his mysterious fan?

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 11:39:09 +0000

The women cheered as the plane landed in Jamaica, most of them already drunk.

Sameera bit her lip in anticipation of the adventures ahead. New combinations, new.....experiences.

She wondered if she’d finally be able to get it all out of her system before the wedding. Guess some habits really are impossible to break, she mused.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 11:34:45 +0000

Natasha was shocked at how blatant Vijay was; nobody else at the dinner-party had appeared to notice.

Too risky. I haven’t brought anything with me, I haven’t even renewed my prescription.

Unless.....

They later made their way back to the table separately, discreetly. Natasha sat on her chair, flinching slightly, blessing whoever had invented cushions.

By: thelearner

thelearner — Tue, 01 Nov 2005 01:48:03 +0000

Sex was always on her mind.

Secretly analyzing every man she met Â– for sleepability. Too dark. Or sometimes, too thin, too fair, too tall. And the ones she liked Â– were not Brahmins.

Â“Subbu! Maapillai is in the U.S. Lots of moneyÂ… youÂ’re very lucky!Â”

Oh, well. It was all the same when the lights were switched off.

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 19:51:09 +0000

Subbudu & Vidster — Thanks for the positive feedback

By: Jai Singh

Jai Singh — Mon, 31 Oct 2005 14:35:15 +0000

Ravi sat upright, still holding the joint. The Nigerian girl on his left and blonde Swede on his right both pulled the bedsheets up to their necks. Empty bottles of Cristal lay on the carpet.

Frozen in her son’s bedroom doorway, still holding her luggage, Mrs Patel couldn’t decide what to become hysterical about first.