I have not stopped writing, but my efforts are now channelled in a different direction, if you know what I mean. :)

You can pray to God that I get dumped in which case I’ll probably end up putting all of it up here (and it is decent, if I may say so :)).

But I might return to full fledged writing one of these days. :)

Yes, I said a month ago, maybe, that I’ll read this. I did it today, and it’s damned funny. Maybe because I know Anirbit, who’s terrorising TIFR now.

Whatever, the point is, Ochod informs me we won’t any cool writing from you now that you have found (googles “euphemism for love”, finding nothing, makes one up) the matching heart, so to say? (Sigh, but you can’t say it’s cliche.)

@N
Unfortunately, ask’s version is not true.

And it was intended as a pun, that phrase.

@ASK
Here is what really happened that day -

I walked into SS’ office pulling up my loose slacks up to a respectable height. SS rose from his chair and so did his temper.

“Who do you think you are? James Bond haan?”, he shouted.

I nonchalantly went on and sat in the chair in front of him, putting my legs up on the arms of the chair. “The name is Introvert, … … Incorrigible Introvert. But you could call me The Dude.”

Seething with anger, SS continued, “What! What! The What?” After a few more repetitions of the interjection, I decided to help him.

I took my time, laying myself comfortably back on his chair and borrowing his cigarette. Then I clarified, “I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.!”

At this point KV, who was standing at the door nearly died laughing and had to be taken to the hospital and that was the end of that interview.

(Sob, do you hate me? :P)

[Wow, that word I made up is a googlenope as of this writing...]

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Incorrigible Introvert adjusted his tie as he walked into SS’s office. SS rose from his chair and so did his temper.

“Who do you think you are? James Bond haan?”, he shouted.

Introvert nonchalantly went on and sat in the chair in front of him, removed the cigar from his mouth and said, “The name is Introvert, … … Incorrigible Introvert.”

Seething with anger, SS continued, “And how, how could you write about such a sensitive issue like that? You think joking about rape is funny? Do you think gang rape is funny?”

Introvert took his time. He took a puff of the cigar, blew a smoke ring and then blew another through it and then said, “I could tell you but then I would have to kill you!”

At this point KV, who was standing at the door nearly died laughing and had to be taken to the hospital and that was the end of that interview.

Then how do you explain the origins of “If looks could kill … !” :P :D