Do you think you could love someone without ever seeing what they look like?

No. You might love the way they make you feel. You might love the attention they give you. You might love who you think they are.  The fact of the matter for some is, Leave the mystery for books and movies.  It's ALWAYS better to get to see... Read more

Nadiya.

I'm not usually an intense guy. Sure, I love reading dark stuff. But it's not often that you'll catch me brooding over a failed relationship, a friendship gone sour, or an unfortunate event. I'm the kind of guy who takes things on his stride, tries to get... Read more

Diary of a wimpy kid. The Last straw.

You know how you're supposed to come up with s list of "resolutions" at the beginning of the year to try and make yourself a better person? Well the problem is, its not easy for me to think of ways to improve myself, because im already pretty much the... Read more

Of Alchohol and Angels.

I think my parents were a little drunk when I was conceived. I mean, dont get me wrong or anything. I love them, but think about it- Who in their right mind would name their child Raj when their family name is CHAWLA? The whole Raj-ma Chawal connection... Read more

RAJMA CHAWAL

Hi. I'm Raj Chawla. I used to get ragged in school because my mom would often give me Rajma Chawal for lunch. The bullies started referring to me as Rajma Chawal, and kept insulting me. I was beaten and mocked. I would hide out in the toilets and eat my... Read more

Food.

I love food. I love food so much i could eat food right out of my own mouth. Does that make any sense? I guess it does. Or maybe not.   And if you think sex is better than food, then you're a nincompoop. Here's why. First. Obviously, Man... Read more

The origin.

So making and putting up a blog wasn't really my idea (It never is, is it?) And no offence to the people on here, but I thought blogging was boring. And stupid. And for idiots. Anyway, so my friends had me an intervention and decided that I need to channelize... Read more

Ugh. People.

No. This isn't just any random misanthropic post. This is me hating on people who drag me to the dance floor to well, dance. Guys, I'm perfectly happy sitting by the bar sipping on my whiskey. And frankly, I'm doing you all some massive social service by... Read more