5 Places I want to see
1. Japan - ever since 'Lost in Translation' and 'The wind-up bird chronicles' by Murakami. Not not 'memoirs of a geisha'... not.
2. Argentina/ Chile - for steaks (forgive me oh cow-god, because I will sin) and Patagonia and Ushuiaua. Such romantic huge vasts of empty land sounding names - ooooh i get goosybumps just saying it.
3. Prague and Chekoslovakia - well, everybody says it's cheeeep
4. Africa - All of it - ethopia, botswana, s.africa, egypt, morocco - it's a gorgeous continent and my ex-boss triggered a great obsession with the safaris there.
5. Israel - for the diving and the non-side-burn-sporting hot jewish men... V and I have had brekkers with some v. hot boys from the consulate at FRangipani once, and oooooh!! (ok they were on the next table and we couldnt really understand what they were saying, but i liked!!)
But instead i'm off to Malaysia - to ooooh at SRK and Priyanka and say w/ v. sincere smile "but really, you are sooo much a finer actor than all the other khans, soap commercials included". The exotiscm of Vincci calls me.
The New New Thing
Or as I call it who cares, as long as she moves back to Bombay
Rang de basanti anyone????
the GROSP (Get Rid Of Slimy Politicians) movement has begun. Rubabrooooo
BJP leader Pramod Mahajan shot at, critical
April 22, 2006 09:37 IST
Last Updated: April 22, 2006 21:13 IST
Prominent Bharatiya Janata Party leader Pramod Mahajan is battling for life hours after his younger brother pumped four bullets into him in a sensational attack, which police described as 'pre-meditated'.
After a four-hour emergency surgery to deal with critical injuries in his liver, lower chest, abdomen and pancreas, the doctors said that the BJP general secretary's condition was 'quite critical' and that he had been put on ventilator.
Conversations between Tigger and Me
Scenes most morinings:
Me: mumble, mumble, stupid carb-fix needed, where has stupid bai put the cereal bowl, mumble, mumble
(I talk to myself a lot)
Tigger: (closely following me) meeeeelk (This comes out as meeeeeeeeow)
Me: No, Tigger you cannot have
Tigger(with head titled adorably on the left): meeeeeeeeeeeelk
Me: Noooo, you know you get sinusy
Tigger (scrambling frantically at kitchen cabinet): meeeeeeeeeeeeeelk, meeeeeeeeelk, meeeeeeeelk
Me: Noooo, Daddy will yell at me
Tigger (head titled adorably to the right): I wont tell if you dont, meeeeeeeeeeelk (this comes out as miaow miaow miaow, meeeeeeeeeeeow)
Me: OK, but promise not to tell
Tigger (nodding obediently): meeelk, meelk, meelk, meelk
Scene two Weeks ago:
Me: mumble, mumble ,mumble
Tigger (at the door): ooooooooooouuuuuuuuuttttttt (this comes out as meeeeeeeeeeeow)
Husband: Why dont you take Tigger out?
Tigger (still at door): oooooooooooooooouuuuuuuutttt
Me: mumble, mumble, I am deep into my The OC/ Seinfeld/ FRiends hour
Tigger (walking back to the husband adroably all wide-eyed): OUT OUT I want to go OUT (again, all this is in miaow miaow miaow tones)
HUsband: NANANANANA, You only commute 2hours, I NANANANNANAN
TIgger (as same time): OUt OUT OUT OUT
HUsband: NANANNANANANANNA
Me: mumble mumble mumble
So, I take Tigger out and what does she do? She runs away
After massive hunt - with posters, flyers and reward of Rs1000 on air-head's head, we finally find her - money that could be better spent at SWG or Indigo is given to random watch-men and slum-boys as reward.
The last Saturday night, when we were off for couple dinner, Tigger the Air-head orange teenager cat went for a walk again. No OUT, no announcements, she just slinked off, in the 30second it took me to say to the istriwalla, bhaiya sequins pe istri mat karna.
We got her back and I was giving her this big lecture when again Tigger tilets her head to one side and blinks: Sprechen Sie Cat???? Je ne comprends pas!! (comes out as miaow?!?!)
sigh - why am I the crazy cat lady, when it is really just the cats.
We go there for the ambience!!
Begin mini-rant: Why would anyone want to go to JW Marriot??? Why? Why?
First of all the traffic to get there is fuck insane.
Then they make you open your boot - which is fine if like the 98%of the people who hang out at JW, (and i also hate it when people say that - what is JW??? It sounds like a villain out of a 70s Amitabh movie that everyone claims to have loved but I have obviously never seen) you are being chauferred in a car which has the auto-open boot button conveniently located near your driving seat. But you see, my car does not have the facility (bloody cheepo hyundai - they also sold me defective tyre tubes) so I have to get out of the car, unlock the boot, so the security service can sniff around the 3-4 bags of new shoes that i never carry upto the house in case the husband starts a mini-rant of his own of how there is no space for more shoes, and then I also have to open the bonnet so they can ensure no shoes are smuggled in there.
Then I have to zoom up their very high altitude drive-way.
Then I have to give my car for valet while they point out every single time that naughty boy has a scratch on the door, which yes I know and I am soo lazy I would never get around to suing them even if they put the scratch in so why do they bother????
Then we had to wait for half hour for a table at the coffee-shop for the provence food festival buffet, in which time we ask for a drink 3 times - a basic vodka-tonic drink, not like a bloody sangria where they may have to cut up fruit (yeck!!)
Then when we are shown to a table, they do not add an extra chair for the seventh guest till the friend of husband throws mini-tantrum.
Then, then - at the cheese platter table they do not replenish the crackers and they do not add any soft cheeses - do they really expect me to come for a french food festival and not get any nice chevre? or camembert??? Whats french about edam??? Or cheddar???
Then when I ask for a replnishment of little beef patties, they get all huffy and say it will take 45min more. Shouldnt it be ready, since it is a buffet?
Then at the dessert counter, they have no more blue-berry cheesecake? Hello - how do i get my daily quota of fruit in(yeck again!!)?
Finally it takes them 25minutes to get the car from the parking, stink it up with BO from hell, and wait around for the tip!!!
I really do not understand the popularity of this hotel - location? location? location?
end of rant.
I just swallowed my gum
My ping-pong peon is rushing me to finish my 3.30pm tea, so then he can try to look busy 'dusting' till 4.15 when I can demand another cup. All this rushing has caused me to swallow my gum - and now all the food will stick to the gummy in my tummy and cause it to bloat. I Just cant win some days.
I went with the Husband to a couples dinner on Saturday night (this is what comes of being "we'ed") and there was talk about the brunch at Indigo and my eyes lost their glazed look and got all sparkly and animated and started talking about test-tube shooters and kiwi-fruit margy pitchers and sangria pitchers, and martinis (vodka martini, not gin becuase I mean really - we are not thaaaat old) by the half-dozen and Mila went well, yeah but who can drink 1500rs worth and I was like excuse me!!!! And then the Husband and the Husband's freinds and the HUsband's friend's wives all paused from their face-stuffing and looked at me and I was all eh-eh, I will return to my glazed look now that you.
Sigh - I guess you can take the girl out of the bar, but not the bar out of the girl.
Talking of which I am sooo happy that the bar girls are allowed to dance all over again. Seriously AAR AAR has no biznez interfering with a very profitable side-line income for the cops. Maybe now SWG can get its liquor license back - it was really upsetting last weekend... All that water in the sea and not a drop of beer to drink.
M for moral indignation
My daily visit site www.style.com covered
Lakme Fashion Week - cute!!! with a whole ABC of Indian Fashion - with a I for Indigo, and a W for wardrobe malfunction. How cool!!!
my musings:
I wonder if there is a Goa's answer to AAR AAR Patil, given that there was a zipper malfunction at Cafe Coffee Day, our first nite... or was it deliberate??? Hmm... this is worth a committee investigation by a retired judge dont you think???
U 'n I sex
Ok, I just got
We'ed by one half of a new new 'us' that I know. Why??? Why???? I am me, the husband is him - together we are fun but we are still u n i - not a we. geddit????
except yes, at Bar Night - where I am mrs. chinmulgund to all you drunken hot boys out there!!
I ish mighty aphroditey
The Sand gets everywhere
Just gotted back from Goa convinced that:
i. You will never found what you want till you stop looking - since Tigger the pigger went a-missing on a long walk on Monday night and returned on Friday when we were having a guilt fun-in-sun-weekend.
ii. 41yr old men still have loads of ahem-ahem energy left!!! Bodes well for me in another six years from now.
iii. My embargo on drinking is really like, well US sanctions against Pakistan - there in theory - with many exceptions like being out of town, friends in town, Tuesday nites, really just anything.
Loads more pix in a minute!!!
