As The Times of India versus The Hindu advertising battle rages on, Cutting the Chai thought it was about time to add a new perspective. So here am I, jumping into the arena with a public service advertisement. Share. Spread the word. PS: I don’t subscribe to any newspapers anymore. Reasons in a different post.
Some of you have enquired about why the post on Dolly Bindra on Fantasy magazine cover suddenly disappeared from the blog and I believe I owe you an explanation. I took off the post because Dolly Bindra requested me to and I thought she had a valid argument and I should oblige. Also I think [...]
I am not an avid online shopper, but am slowly changing my purchasing priorities. While nothing can beat the experience of the touch and feel of offline shopping, there are stuff that you cannot easily find in the neighbourhood stores. And there are things that you discover online that is very unlikely to get any [...]
An association with Kaun Banega Crorepati (KBC) is what Google TV needs to be a success in India, that is whenever it launches in our tech-neglected country. KBC has got Indians googling for answers to the questions asked on the show. Interestingly, some of the searching also happens much after the show is aired and [...]
Got the new Twitter interface and took it for a drive immediately. Some have touted the new-look Twitter as a Twitter desktop client killer, I say, not yet. While, overall, it was a much better experience, but felt it still needs a little more to be able to make me go gaga. There’s much missing [...]
She’s one porn star who has everyone ‘excited’, right from the government babus to the editors in the newsrooms. Though Savita Bhabhi has been back after the ban via a new domain, the resurrection also seems to have been obstructed. The new website www.kirtu.com doesn’t seem accessible directly (there’s always the other way around), atleast [...]
It’s November 26. Said to be the day we commemorate what is often called India’s 9/11. The date-month order may be transposed, but even after that bloody (and live) 72 hours nothing much else seems to be. I still vividly remember the day and the ones following. Came home late, switched on the TV saw [...]