Anandhotep Disintegrates – Mrs. Chaddha puts Wifey up to Some Serious Voodoo!

Anandhotep is gone!

Remember the owlish looking mummy who never slept, seldom ate, and encountered great difficulties in running his life wrapped in those termite-eaten somewhat stinky bandages?

He’s gone. He disintegrated and then disappeared.

He had to go anyway, but that he’d go clad in such ignominy was something that I hadn’t expected.

First, about the secret project.

It’s done. After three weeks of back-breaking work, which among other things, included learning a totally new skill (how to use Adobe inDesign,) my secret project came to a conclusion yesterday.

Here it is:

The QSM Magazine is a collection of humor, parodies, and satire. Half of it is adapted from this blog but the other half is totally new! It has a lot of drawings – including that of Wifey’s and Mrs. Chaddha’s.

Click here to get a free pdf copy of the newest issue of The QSM Magazine in your inbox.

I especially recommend “Drum Rolls for Donald Drum” and “See-sawing with Keju Bhai.” Mom plays the lead in the first one and Wifey in the second. 

All you need to do is, click here and read it online on ISSUU.com. Once you are there, you’ll also be able to download a free pdf for printing, so that you may share it with your friends and family.

Now about more serious matters.

When I was losing sleep over formatting, writing malarkey, sketching Wifey and Mrs. Chaddha’s cartoons, and doing all sorts of crazy things to design Issue #0 of The QSM Magazine, Mrs. Chaddha was busy setting wifey up against me!

I am glad I overheard their conversation in bits and parts.Their whole conversation and its effect on me would require a full post – but here’s the bit that made Anandhotep growl and snarl.

Mrs. Chaddha: You say he’s glued to his computer 18 hours a day.
Wifey (inaudible.)
Mrs. Chaddha: Even in nights? After you’ve gone to bed?
Wifey (Still inaudible.)
Mrs. Chaddha: I don’t want to break your heart but you should be careful.
Wifey mumbles something that sounds like, “I know.”
Mrs. Chaddha: Men must be kept on a tight-leash.
Wifey mumbles again but I can’t catch it. I’d have loved to find out what she had to say on this.
Mrs. Chaddha: These days, a lot of things happen on Internet. 
Wifey: Huh! No…he isn’t like that.
Mrs. Chaddha: You don’t know men like I do. They do everything on Internet…chatting- shatting, dating-shating…

So that’s how it had begun – innocent banter of women…I’ll soon tell you the whole story – as soon as I’ve got it all figured out. (That Anandhotep! The bugger had been using my wardrobe while he was here. I found a scarab scuttling away!)

I’ll return after debugging my code and my wardrobe. Until then, I recommend that you get visuals on Mrs. Chaddha, my wife, Donald Drum, and wifey’s Keju Bhai in the first ever issue of the QSM Magazine!

(I know most of you’ve sided with wifey; that I can take, but please don’t side with Mrs. Chaddha!)