Category: Life Ordinary

  • Oh, the irony of it all…

    Once upon a time, the biggest significance of Aug 15th was that it was a holiday. And Gandhi and Roja have given way to Lage Raho Munnabhai and Rang De Basanti..
    Makes me wonder, the relevance of this day has become worse than it being just a holiday. And the irony? To make a free country, they burned foreign cloth. In a free country, we burn money to buy international brands that give special discounts on I-Day… No, this is not tirade against MNCs (hey, i use them too) but maybe, we should make this a normal day and stop mocking the efforts of a generation long gone?
    until next time, born free, perhaps thats the root..

  • The more things change…

    the more they remain the same….

    Gandhi was the man they followed then, we still do..
    until next time, happy birthday India.

  • To each his own…

    The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Just tell him its flat 😀
    Speaking of ways into men’s hearts, saw an interesting comment here. When the interviewer asked SRK about the cold war between him and the bachchans, SRK said shabby (or should it be shaB? abhishek with that awful beard and dressing style should be called that) was with him till 4 am.. Now, is it that abhi finds ash cold or SRK hot or both? hmmm…
    until next time, was that flat? 😉

  • Rooms with a view

    The vacuum left behind by Heroes has been partally filled by the series that occupies the same time slot- Boston Legal. Also, it helps that i can bug D when they show the city shots with ‘Do you know this place?’, since she spent some time there recently..
    And i love the night shots of the city, to be precise, the ones which show the high-rise apartments, not just in this particular show, but any city.. No, come to think of it, its only the American cities, not say, the London ones or even the local mumbai ones… strange, but thats okay…I’ve wondered about this fascination for high rise apartment night shots, and i am yet to get a complete answer from myself… but i have been able to get some insights…
    in the shots, each of those tiny lights is a window into the life of a person/ family… each of those has a story to tell – some exciting, some mundane, some funny,some tragic.. but each a story nevertheless… and more importantly, it perfectly symbolifies a lot of lives – in a crowd, yet alone…

    until next time, story of our lives…..

  • Make it hot!!

    She gripped it hard at first, rubbed it all over, then rolled it. Then she started shaking it vigorously.This was when his irritation just burst out. “If you’re doing it, do it properly, otherwise, I’ll do it and let you know when its ready.You’re making it look as though you’re doing it for my sake.”, he said sarcastically.
    She didnt know what she was doing wrong, for already the effects of her work was showing. It was getting moist, a sureshot sign that it was responding to her touch. “ok, see if something is coming out”, she said.
    “No, nothing is coming out. This is becoming an everyday thing now. Next time, we’ll buy that jar pack. Coconut oil bottles in winter are a pain!!

    until next time, get a grip!!