I gulped down whatever 50-60 ml in one shot. Other than the burning sensation in the throat, everything seems fine. And by the time 15-20 minutes pass, I am already thinking to myself, what’s the big deal with drink, I don’t even feel anything. Feeling good for myself and by that time even throat is feeling a lot better. That’s when the fun begins. I am so happy for being sober and get back to twitter. Then I do this:

AaruC, a prolific blog commenter, in her first blog post shares her experience on Twittering while being drunk. She now wishes she can delete everything. Well, welcome to the world of blogging where you can try to forget but others will not let you.

What connects you to your school? Ashok finds that it is not a Facebook page that connects him to his school. There is a lot more to this connect.

Loyola is warm to those who visit her, and less kind to those afar. Do not expect an active Loyola fan page on Facebook. Or an up-to-date website on the internet. Loyola wants old boys to pamper her, as much as she pampers them. Hospitality begins, and ends at home.

Kiran narrates the horrifying tale of how he escaped yesterday’s fire at Carlton Towers. Hats off to this guy.

Being thus forced to the windows, we turned outwards to look down on the growing crowd. Someone jumped from the floor above. Someone else too. Bizarrely, this was like watching a high voltage action movie in immersive 3D, except we may not be going home at the end of it.

Or you could look at it as a giant fumigation operation. Smoke the building out and watch the humans flee through any exit available, however high off the ground it is.

As I approached, he came towards me slowly in the scooter. My defences were fully up, of course. Any woman’s would have been. He stopped in front of me and asked, “Can you tell me where Fifth cross is?” And here, stupidly, SO stupidly I’m cursing myself for it over and over again, I let my guard down. Poor lost guy, I thought. And here I was suspecting him of stalking me. But fifth cross? This colony doesn’t have a fifth cross, does it?

Jade says all is not well in Bengaluru.

I was seven years old when it started. I was at a relative’s home. His wife was also there. As always, he wanted to give me a bath. He soaped me to a rich lather and suddenly started playing with my penis.

Harish Iyer recounts his journey of self-discovery through years of pain and trauma [via Global Voices].

Nishant writes how two wheels can lead to a whole lot of messy discrimination.

The security guard at the main gate informed me to enter through a different gate – Gate number 5 – as the main gate was only for cars and not for two-wheelers. I said ‘ok’, and went in search of this gate and found it to be the back gate of the hotel (Hmmm.. never mind. not an issue). This was where it all began. 

My daughter can now login with ease to see her and her sister’s baby (record) books, personal stories, craft and school projects, among other family stuff we share and enjoy privately.

The family area stays opaque to the world outside while being accessible to those logged-in.

Chetan provides a simple fix to keep certain sections of your WordPress blog private away from the prying eyes of the Internet. A definite must-read for Mommy/Daddy bloggers.

The Chennai I remember was a Chennai before the flyover days. These days, all over the city, you either see flyovers, or you see flyovers being constructed. TTK Road, GN Chetty Road, Kathipara…name it, and you have flyovers! What the hell? The beloved city of my childhood is gradually disappearing under a maze of flyovers, grade separators and bridges. So much so that, the original bridges across the Cooum and the Adyar are incidental today!

Amrutha finds that the Madras of yesterday has disappeared.

I do understand that you feel the need to consult your daily horoscope every day on Facebook. And of course I can accept the fact that you must ask Mystical Meg a whole bunch of questions before you can make a decision of any sort. And believe me – I too want to know how many people have a crush on me and who my Enemy of the Day is. And when I get bored, I take random Facebook quizzes too, just like you.

Jade writes an open letter to the friendly spammer on Facebook.

Nithin in a four part series,writes about planning a bike trip, from getting people to route planning , from preparing your bike to taking off.

Chapter 1: Riding Buddies
The most important part of your trip preparation, the weightage to this factor keeps growing as the length of the trip increases. For a weekend trip, you could probably hit the road with people you have no clue about, but on a lifetime trip like, say Leh, or an all india trip, you cant afford to go wrong on the people you pick.