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I am still ranting...yeah! I suffer from a syndrome. In the last weeks I have written a lot, sadly none of it was for the blog. Blah. I have always wanted a pet. Dog or cat anything will do. Every dinner conversation finally gets to where we plan to have a dog!
I even add, cat will do too! But ma as usual is adamant and dad is skeptical. I don't blame them. My sister and me live like nmads at home. Our room is a mess [no more details here!] and we eat and sleep whenever we want! And from the time I have been working from home, which I am enjoying I must say, it has been worse. So who will look after the dog? Me! I say! I always put this in! I will do everything and they won't have to spend a penny!
But my promises are not taken seriously. My sister needs to add a more flesh to herself and has been rying for a while. So my dad promised her that you put on weight and we get a dog! Golden Opportunity! I could see stars...unlike tweety though...! I already dreamt of how the dog wo…

Sometimes one is turned off by the sheer size of the book. What I mean is the number of pages a book has. The Story Of My Assassins by Tarun Tejpal has 522 pages. Phew. I had been reading it for the past two weeks but the last Saturday proved to be a boon. The rains causing a mini storm outside, no internet and no dish TV, I had no option but to sit and read the entire book. Which, mind you I haven't done in a while. Must say, It was worth it.
Tarun Tejpal's The Alchemy of Desire had me salivating for more. I am glad that I discovered the book. The language was lucid and the book, brilliantly written. Therefore, as his next book released I made sure I bought the hardcover copy.
The very beginning of the book is promising. Tejpal is a master with his words as he mellifluously paints images of 21st century India only to sardonically comment on them as we proceed. One can describe the book as a multiple layered story that works its way through the Indian sub-continent…

I am taking the cue from Seraphic Girl. I have a strong hatred for the electric chair. Okay its the not same the executioner uses but it is similar. I think this is the best way to describe one's visit to the Dentist.

My family has a history I think. Or maybe we are just blessed with not-so-perfect teeth. Don't get me wrong, I have mine intact. But to get over the milk teeth phase, I had to face the electric chair many a times. I loved chocolate. I still do but had to pay a heavy price. Lets call the man behind the chair Dr. D. Good looking, very qualified and everything you would want your dentist to be.
Wrong. Yeah, wrong. Why? Because he took his own sweet time to work upon your teeth. He would use more than five gloves while you sat open mouth on that electric chair with that spot lite-like light staring at you! He would wash his hands god knows how many times. I know hygiene is of utmost importance but when you are sitting there with your mouth open, you just want to get …

Okay people I don't know what to write about! I am busy to the core. Fine. Just a bit busy but seriously my brain has gone for a walk. Such times call for mixed emotions. My pals are leaving. Actually one of them has left. N took off for Dubai and DN is leaving soon.
I couldn't meet N but will definitely catch up with DN. I miss my college days. I seriously do. This freelancing bit is fun and keeps the moolah coming in. I hate routine but kya kare papi pet ka sawal hai! Ufff...lolz.
I am fed up off the newspapers too. What is the world coming to? Planes are crashing everywhere and the Indian Judiciary is asking more and more people to recognize Qasab as the terrorist responsible for 26/11. I have had enough. Kuch nahi ho sakta in logon ka! Bloody bull as usual and then people ask me why did Mumbai have such low turn out for voting! Common sense nahi hai kya? I know I am ranting and it helps me, d'uh!
Tomorrow is my best friend's birthday who has totally forgotten to …

This post is for As the Mind Meanders. I don't personally agree that Mard-The Amitabh-Amrita Singh starrer was a great film. But my friend has seen it over and over again. Well, to each his own. This film though, is special to my mother if not dad so much.

I was told that in early November, 1985, my parents decided over a long distance phone call [24 years ago making a call from Bombay to New Bombay required STD connections! I am ancient!] to go watch the film Mard. My mother who was heavily preggers with me, happily agreed. Two reasons; she would get time to be with my father and watch Amitabh. She was and is an ardent fan. She wouldn't miss a single film if given a chance. So they were supposed to see the film on 17th November. Tickets were booked and plans were made!
My dad would travel all the way from Andheri, pick her up and go to some cool theatre in town [South Mumbai is town]. But destiny had other plans.
10:00 pm, 16th November
Leena's [mom] tummy starts aching. M…

[Sid, Ush, Manu, Chints and Chandu]
[Me& Chints, Raskhabandhan 2007]

I guess it is high time I wrote about us. "US" comprises of my gang. The only gang or like my dad says, "Jing bang". I cannot imagine my life without them! Our team of six comprises of Chints, Me, Sid, Manu, Chandu and Ush. We know each other from the time we were born. And that's the best part about being first cousins! This post is for Chints. My best bro and my oldest best friend!
Chints is the oldest and the wackiest in the group. He can talk non-stop and utter bull shit on and on, and on! But he is the best bro I could ever ask for. We; me and him, have always been partners in crime. From making Chandu give her den 100 times while playing chuppa-chuppi to running after her with the gas lighter or the silly 'tripple-polio-vaccine!" [ all Chints the mastermind's ideas].
We never required any outsider to play with during vacations. I remeber all my summers being spent with t…