Indian Bloggers Report On The Moon Landing

Caveat: parody ahead

So there I was at TC again, gazing moodily into my mojito and checking out my ex flirting shamelessly with my best friend when this hunk walked in and tried to speed-date me (Why do people always try to hit on me? Does blogging make me sexy?) Suddenly, the cute waiter pointed at the TV set, and right in the middle of my favourite Alanis Morrissette song, I had to turn to look at some guy walking on the moon. I knew what that Armstrong (Armstrong – giggle) must be feeling, because I felt exactly like that when I was with New Boy – like I was over the moon, I mean.
- The Compulsive Transgressor


The organisation for which I work (which shall Not Be Named) has a strictly No-TV policy during so-called working hours. So, like Al Pacino in Serpico, I went forth into the byways of Bengal, wondering whether I was going to experience Kafka Moment # 432 when I heard a large cheer and turned to see a man in a cumbersome spacesuit in the middle of a 29” TV set bestriding the lunar orb. The Punjabi gentleman next to me put his arm familiarly around my shoulders and suggested we celebrate with a plate of tunn-doori chick-khen. A giant leap for mankind, indeed.
- A Simple Desultory Toothpick

We're kinda inclined to forgive the uproar that’s going to greet Neil’s stepping on the moon. It’s not every day that we see people doing stuff like that. He’s going to be faymbus. And also because we're now leaving to go stay with the Babu and DD for a few weeks, so we have no more time to post.
- Eggzackly

Putu wants to know whether it is true that the moon is made of cheese. Putu likes cheese.
- Putu The Tabby

And finally:

One would like to venture the assertion that one’s life shall remain unchanged by the spectacle of one man landing on one’s moon.
- Twofrock