O’ Cockroaches of Shatabdi, Thank you!

We were sitting at the right side of the coach, where there are three seats to a row. We had a window seat, which was grabbed by wifey the moment we boarded, and a middle-seat. I too love the window-seat, but since we got married, that seat has belonged to wifey. My requests for it […]

Pothole, pothole, thank you for saving me!

A Pothole: A depression or a hole in the surface of a road caused by excessive use. In the life of an Indian, a pothole isn’t just a hole in the road – it is a traditional concept that dreams are woven around. Pothole, Pothole, who ate all the money? Right from childhood, we Indians […]

Mansplaining Mania Spills Over in an Advertisement on Father’s Day!

I was thinking that the whole mansplaining discussion was buried when wifey walked in brandishing the June 19th TOI. Delhi-dwellers would remember that the front page of the newspaper had been hijacked by a certain deal-snapping company that presented the sign that’s usually placed outside the baby-changing rooms (no, babies aren’t changed in these rooms, […]

Mansplaining? Let me tell you what it means.

Yesterday, I learned a new term. Mansplaining! I was merely trying to help wifey with some keyboard shortcuts. I hadn’t seen it coming, I swear on my Cryptography book that stands glorious and upright in my book-rack, never opened, forever beckoning. She was working on a photo-editing application, and in my opinion, her overuse of […]

Mushrooms, Dog-pee, and that Heavenly Smell.

Some people don’t like mushrooms. Some people don’t like dogs. Some people who don’t like dogs, also don’t like mushrooms. Mrs. Chaddha, our next floor neighbor falls in the last category, and I discovered it this morning. Wifey and I were returning from our usual jaunt to the Mother Dairy, when wifey chanced upon a […]

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Who I am and Why I am here?

Oh well! It isn’t an easy question to answer. According to Mom, I am an innocent fly who got caught in the web of deceit woven by wifey. According to wifey, I am an impractical joker who plays practical jokes that don’t make her laugh. Both Mom and Dad accept that I am their son, […]

The First Post on the QSM blog should be a QSM post.

This is the First Word of the First Line of the First Post on the QSM Blog! Yes, “this” is! ROFL! If you didn’t get it, perhaps you’ll get this one: “A programmer is the machine that transforms coffee into code!”  No? OK, then this one, and this will solve one of the future mysteries […]