tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29606715.post5359123291739573861..comments2023-10-31T07:59:32.793-07:00Comments on wannabewodehouse: A Familiar Facewannabewodehousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13203391268297565393noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29606715.post-47637095257461618632009-09-10T06:39:20.332-07:002009-09-10T06:39:20.332-07:00my son had a somewhat similar experience. he met s...my son had a somewhat similar experience. he met some one who looked familiar at the khar gymkhana club where he used to go for cricket coaching.to the question have i seen you, the boy answred "No. you must be thinking of my father. i'm suppod to resemble him - he's nasrudin shah"http://pareltank.blogspot.com/search?q=kapil+dev<br /><br />do check this out:kochuthresiamma p .jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01320086308375078739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29606715.post-77786337556983417592009-09-07T07:31:28.718-07:002009-09-07T07:31:28.718-07:00You were at least better than my friend Raji (Raja...You were at least better than my friend Raji (Rajalaxmi). She was in a first class "coupe" meant for two persons along with an impressive and rather well-built lady. The lady under ref showed some recently taken pictures of herself performing on a stage. The photos didn't ring a bell in poor Raji's mind. In desperation, her companion introduced herself: "I am Usha Iyer." (She was not an Uthup at the time.)<br /><br />Raji didn't quite catch her in the clanking of the train. She asked, "I beg your pardon, Usha Who?"Santanu Sinha Chaudhurihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15062744470522359652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29606715.post-67596538383267886212009-09-06T15:28:31.773-07:002009-09-06T15:28:31.773-07:00Happens to people all the time...Happens to people all the time...A Stoichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10657488599907311113noreply@blogger.com