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February 28, 2007

Love And War In Iraq

They were cooking in their respective kitchens when they happened to look across and fell in love. Sounds like a cliched idea for a Mills & Boon novel except it is the story of two love birds - Bashar and Fatima living in war torn Iraq.

"She was cooking in the kitchen. I was cooking, too, and I saw her – it was love at first sight," says Bashar, clearly elated over his recent engagement to Fatima, the oldest daughter of matriarch Karima Selman Methboub, a sturdy Iraqi widow with eight children whom the Monitor first profiled in 2002....

"He begged me to go out with him, many times," recalls Fatima with a smile. "When I refused him, he painted his kitchen glass white, so I would not see him."

Unused to being rejected herself, Fatima pelted Bashar's kitchen window with potatoes, onions and tomatoes whenever she wanted to get his attention. Sometimes she enlisted young Mahmoud, who had a better throwing arm. "

Seems very romantic except the terrorists tend to bomb their neighborhood quite often and the Methboub family have had some close calls as well. Obviously, there has been tremendous repercussion on the family with the girls getting engaged at as young an age as sixteen and others like Fatima still feeling ambiguous and apprehensive about the future.

February 25, 2007

What Binds Anna Nicole, the Egyptian Blogger, Barba And Train Blasts?

Most of you won’t be interested in knowing that this was supposed to be my first podcast and why would you since it sounds as wimpy as when people talk about their first wank, date, kiss, fuck – did I leave out any other firsts? – oh yeah, first marriage , first mummified wedding dress, first head shave, yeah I’m talking about Brit here, you smart alecs you knew that right?, first nekkid pics on the net like that American Idol Babe – Barba , the first decomposing wrinkle on Anna Nicole’s body or my failed attempt at making my voice croak.

Getting back to the thick of things – there has been a lot of hullabaloo about this Egyptian blogger that had been thrown into jail for Bitch slapping God and Country. So what if the Egyptian babes can’t get certain jobs, or go in for higher education or aren’t allowed to marry men of their choice, they should take it all in their stride along with rape and genital mutilation since its been part of their culture even before the prophet made his appearance. I mean, they should be able to take a little bit of pain after all no pain no Allah fearing husbandly gain , right?

Those are the rules and anyone who flaunts them deserves to be thrown in jail for four years. The Egyptian government is devout and shit scared of the flowing white bearded anti thesis of Santa Claus- the Mullahs. No one is allowed to do a show and tell or better still, clean their dirty linen in front of the whole wide world which the Americans are so good at doing. Isn’t that the reason why there is the blanketed Ji-haad on Americans? Antonella Barba is a good example with her trashy whoring pics and so what if she sings like an angel or how about old hussies like Patrica Heaton who strut around braless at public functions?

Time for me to catch my breath, the visit to the terrorist camp has clearly warped my mind. To many of you it wouldn’t have mattered that a whole bunch of people including kids died on a train blast a few days ago in India. And I don’t blame you, there is just so much violence that we tune our senses out. Its like walking in a meat mart, after a while you get used the stink, the gore, the bleating cries of the herded cattle, you put on your IPod and walk down the street and no I’m not going to say – till it happens to you as that would be a crappy cliché.

But what I am going to talk about is the level of stupidity that links us all as humans, the sheer bone headedness that we seem to suffer from. The train that was bombed is called the Samjauta Express (the Reconciliation Express) and many who survived the blasts were Pakistanis heading back home after visiting India. Those who survived were shifted to the hospital and within a few days the Pakistani government wanted their citizens to be airlifted back home. Fine, nothing wrong with that but one family decided that they wanted to go via land and after getting clearance from the hospital they moved on.

The plane in the meanwhile with all the burnt victims was stranded on the run way. One Pakistani family was missing- where were they? It was after waiting for over six hours in a suffocating plane did the authorities get to know that the family had left by land.

To cut the long story short- shouldn’t some one have informed someone? Stupidity runs in collective human blood streams. Whether it is governments or celebs snorting coke eight months pregnant acting like the Sad Clown who finally dies of over doze, they are stupid people and stupidity knows no race, culture or nationality.

Where best does Stupidity reign supreme? In a relationship were the couple doesn't realize when it call it quits. Here is a quick short story I’d like to end with till we meet again –

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A couple sitting in different restaurants discussing their marital problems with their friends:

He let his butt sink into the plush leather couch and said “She really isn’t into…”

“Sex” She pursed her lips and continued “That’s all he can think about. Whether it’s in the ..”

“Kitchen, bathroom, living room and even in the….”

“Garden! Can you believe it? We fucked in a wide open area where……”

“ All our neighbors could have seen …”

“Us but since it was late into the night I don’t think the neighbors noticed. The thing is, I’m not that …”

“Adventuress. She really isn’t. It has been over ten years to our marriage and …”

“Sex sucks! We get along fine but the…”

“Chemistry has always been missing. She is …”

“Frigid! He had the cheek to call me frigid after I refused to give him a …”

“Blow Job! What’s so bad in that? I told her that it’s been ten years and …”

“And I haven’t ever given him a blow job but he thinks it’s even worse that I’ve never…”

“As much as held it in her hands! We, men hold it in our hands all the time and it just a piece of meat that…”

“Has a mind of its own and what a mind! Do you know where he is sitting with his buddies right now ? It’s that restaurants where they serve drinks and smoke….”

“Cigars! Nothing like seeing a woman take that hefty….”

“Cigar in her mouth and smoke. It really …..”

“Gets me off. For me its like….”

“Watching a girl give oral sex. Yeah, isn’t that…”

“Crazy? You can say that but like I said …”

“The dick has a mind of its own.”

February 23, 2007

Dumb Fucks

Six year old child gets her head squeezed in the mouth of a zoo tiger while saying 'Cheese'.

Duped Indian Brides marrying NRIs (non resident Indians) knowing their track records

Yippy, Chimps learn how to use spears not fly planes

Over sized and under sized boobs on public display

Egyptian government jails blogger for bitch slapping Country and God

NSFW: Tantric Chair

Boys and girls, now you can have sex on the Tantric Chair which enables you to achieve all kinds of positions without straining your backs and is still cool enough to be treated as a chaise lounge in your living space. Looks awesome, the babe looks spruced up and the guy waxed and threaded all way down to his naughty areas.

Check it out and take it home for your kitten or tom cat at a mere price of thousand dollars.

End Of The Tantalizing Commercial.

Rotten To The Core

I learned a new lesson today- Sometimes one doesn't have to say a thing in one's defense or better still one doesn't have to have a showdown, point fingers at the guilty party for maligning one's reputation or for painting a different picture. One just has to take a deep breath, let all that bile of righteous anger boil over like a bad storm and then when peace and calm is finally restored then deal with the unscrupulous, two timing, malicious snake!!

I'm still mad, mad with someone I knew was a serpent but still looked for that goodness in her heart. Serves me right for believing in childhood cliches. Some people are just born rotten to the core and there isn't anyway of getting around that fact.

February 22, 2007

Britney, Come Back To Where The Sun Shines

Britney seems to have hit the lowest that she could ever reach. Even Perez Hilton which generally has only scathing words for Brit sounded compassionate. Its kind of pathetic to watch a life flicker in front of the entire world and know that no one can save the life but the one to whom it belongs to.

I still don't get what her problem is- She has her health, fading beauty, kids, a mommy who loves her and a world that is willing to give her another chance to make a come back despite her destructive tendencies.

All of a sudden I seem to be losing my compassion for that wayward Missy. Think about it, with the kind of shit people go through in their lives some of it their own making and others thrust on them, Brit seems to have it all and yet she is acting like a mad Alice in Wonderland.

Broken hearts are dime a dozen, there always a new tomorrow, if hope is gone then there is nothing to live for. What's going on in that mind of yours? What's eating you hollow from within?

Brit come back to the light. It ain't so bad, could be worse but really it ain't so bad.

February 21, 2007

Sex Quiz

Sex is what most of us have on our minds those who don't, well, they are already in their moronic graves. Here is sex quiz for those of you with da know it all' attitude;)

Older Hollywood Men, What Dreams Are Made OF

Why? Oh why does our hearts still miss a beat when we see older men? And here I am talking about the way older men ,say like George Clooney, Bill Mahers, Danny Di Vito or Richard Gere who make women weak in the knees. Could it be because they exude a sense of sexual assurance along with eternal economic stability which vibrate with those primal female yearnings.

You know the ones I'm talking about- mating with someone who has it all- money, sex and the 'lemme take care of you' air.

More like make a gal want to lounge around in fuzzy rabbit slippers in Clooney's Italian villa.George%20clooney.jpg

But then again on second thoughts when I remember Hugh 'high maintainance' Grant I'd prefer normal beer belching football or cricket lovin' guys;)

February 19, 2007

Stop Slumming In The Third World Ghettos

What is it with celebrities and them wanting to bestow their divine presence on the 'third world 'sufferers? All this charity work pertaining with AIDS has become an 'in' thing with every two bit actor cashing in on it. First Richard 'sweet' Gere is seen hugging the Mumbai prostitutes and marching down the streets shouting - No condom no sex and then we have Ralph ' lacking' Finesse actually indulging in No Condom Yes Sex en route to yet again deliver a preachy lecture on AIDS in India.

Really what is it with you people? Aren't there enough poor kids for you to adopt in your own countries? or not enough kids and people alike to enlighten about sex education and AIDS back home?

It would have made more sense for some Bunny Ranch sex workers to come and talk to sex workers in India with the HBO camera's trailing behind them or for Shilpa 'the love of Britain' Shetty to adopt a street urchin.

Why this new fascination with us dark skinned people? Its like slumming in the ghettos to placate your over bloated egos.

Really want to do something? Donate money to schools or orphanages or do what Leonardo De Caprio did - adopt a kid but let him have his own life in his own country and keep a remote eye on him . But please stop with your 'born again' compassion for us miserable Third World people, we don't want to be the toilet paper you wipe your philanthropic asses on for a few pic clicks in the People Magazine.

Car Dent and Language

Yesterday while pulling my car out of the driveway I bumped it against the gate. The screeching metallic sound had me cursing and with kids at the back the cursing part was not a good idea.

"Mummy is angry" said Aaman in a quiet voice.

Mama banged her car against the gate." replied Aayan.

"Bad mama" chimed Parita

And I gently banged my head against the steering wheel.

"Mummy should mind her language."

I smiled painfully and thought 'Yeah, I'm freakin' sorry about my freakin language, I'm sorry about being a dumb bimbo banging her new car against the gate and for losing my crappy temper'

There was a slight dent on my barely three days old car.

"Stupid bitch" I muttered

Got in my car and drove off.

Lesson learned - No matter what shit may go down I have to watch what comes out of my mouth


February 18, 2007

End Of Days: Apophis May Collide With Earth

While many of us are caught up with Brit shaving her head others are fretting over the fast approaching Asteriod that could cause untold damage to the planet in the year 2029 and the day would be Friday 13th and the distance a mere 30,000 kilometers.

While thousands of potentially dangerous NEOs have been identified by astronomers, Apophis has been singled out for attention because it is going to have two very close encounters with the Earth within a short space of time. The first on Friday April 13 2029 will see the asteroid pass within an uncomfortable 30,000 kilometers. However, it is the second pass seven years later that have scientists worried. They're not sure whether the first pass will see Earth's gravity drag Apophis into a direct impact trajectory in 2036.

Solutions have been floated around.

Proposals being put forward to circumvent the threat posed by Apophis and other NEOs include have specially prepared spacecraft ready to launch which would impact the threatening asteroid and deflect it from its collision course. Another suggestion, is to deflect the asteroid's course using the weak gravitational field of a spacecraft hovering nearby.

Scientists generally don't favour the idea of hitting asteroids with nuclear missiles as they believe it creates the danger of the asteroid simply fragmenting into a number of smaller but still deadly Earthbound NEOs.

Is the world coming to an end or will be live to tell the tale? Its a wait and watch policy with some weak attempts on our part to cheat death.

May You Spammers Rot In Hell

Unfortunately I get about 100 to 200 spam every hour and valid comments get buried under all that teen pussy, big balls, Madonna, Borat and all other types of shitty spam. I am using Akismet but the hitch is that Akismet does not like Western er...Christian names.

If you are Indian or Eastern chances are that your comment will automatically go into the unpublished section but with a western name Akismet will treat it as spam thanks to those fucking shit heads sitting in spamming sweat shops using Christian names to spam.

If I remove Akismet I'm screwed and if I don't even then I'm screwed. Damn those fucking bastards, may all them get Repetitive Stress Syndrome!!

Brazilian Naked Jiggling Does Not Lead To Sex

The Brazilians may be more culturally advanced than Americans if we are to believe that they strip to the tiny little triangles and jiggle around for aesthetic reasons and not to suggest sex.

Despite all the jiggling flesh on display, Brazilians say the annual spectacle, which is expected to draw 700-thousand revelers through Tuesday, isn't all about sex. It is, they say, a celebration of the body, closer in the spirit to the Olympics than a strip bar.

And here the rest of the male population of the world salivates and fantasies having one of those hot Brazilian babes in bed with them.

Maybe the only way of not linking sex with naked bodies is by surrounding yourself with thousands and thousands of perky breasts and shaven pubs.

But somehow I don't think that would help either.

The only way the Brazilians can make their carnivals tarnish free is by dressing the babes in Hijabs and no they are not to do a belly dancing Hijab strip tease.

Till then they should welcome the dollars American soldiers spend in their country and tell them to keep their sweaty paws off their jiggling dancers.

Britney Joins ISKON With Her Bald Head

Bald head Brits? You ain't no Persis Kambatta! That shaven craven head of yours makes me wonder whether you are joining the hairless Kaballah order or the Hare Rama Hare Krishna people. Seriously babes, you have gone out and out loco and only Jesuzz can save you now.

Give up your satanic practices and go to church on Sunday. God is punishing you for your hedonistic ways.

On a saner note- the woman is going down the tubes. Apparently she was losing hair due to stress. Going bald can't be all that bad. She could take some tips from Tina Turner.

February 17, 2007

Will You Take Your Kids Off The Stage?

"Parents will you please take your kids off the stage? There is a small podium for the little ones to play on near the Cafertia" Ahhhh...those words had me choking on my Musk Melon juice at a Company function where they had some kiddie function for the employees families.

Ah! the famous Indian behavior of letting kids run wild at malls, movie theaters, restaurants or at other peoples' homes. Little ones are like puppies, they need to be trained not turned into spoilt little runts thinking the world is for their taking.

This where it all starts from and lo behold the wild behavior takes root well into adulthood and they break basic rules of civilized behavior- jostling or breaking lines, screaming at people of lower economic status, breaking traffic rules like driving on the wrong side of the road or worse still bitching and cursing to all and sundry despite being in the wrong.

Yup, parents take your fucking kids off the podium and realize that you can't let your litter loose with no sense of propriety.

Ralph Fiennes Joins The Mile High Club

Ralph Fiennes has apparently joined the Mile High club by having unprotected sex with an air hostess in the bathroom of a plane heading towards India where he was supposed to talk about HIV and unprotected sex.

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Lisa Roberston who previously denied actual copulation is now allegedly bragging that not only did they have illicit sex on the plane but also enjoyed a night of passion in Mumbai.

Ralph's ex girlfriend dumped him when details of the tardy episode began to emerge:

She ended their relationship citing Fiennes’ "wandering eye", "moodiness" and "constant demands for sex".

The entire hullabaloo became even more interesting when it came to be known that the entire crew of the Qantas Jet knew what was happening within the airborne loo.

The duo apparently knew each other due to the frequent usage of Qantas airlines by Ralph Fiennes.

February 16, 2007

Can I Call You Later?

Sometimes I wonder why people don't realize that past eleven in the night it generally is not a good idea to call up couples? They might, you know, be fooling around. Yesterday after grumbling for over three weeks I finally got my car and while I was in the middle of 'thanking' my husband for buying me the car, calls started pouring in.

'Hey Dee, heard you got a car.'
"Ummm.....can I call you later?"
"Why? What ya doin'?"
"Nothing..er...just hanging out.."
"Then, why can't you talk?"
"Ahem...I'm (giggle) kind of distracted" ( Get the message)
"Why are you distracted?"
"Listen...I'm ....er....I'll call you later..okay?"
"Fine!!"

Next Call comes -
"Dee!! Congratulations!!"
"Thanks! Listen can I call you in a bit?"
"Why?"
(Eeeyaaaa!!)


I got at least four such calls and then there was a friend participating in a late night quiz and her questions kept pouring in on Aaman's phone. We were in a tizzy, kids were finally in bed, we had the energy to romp around but the world kept knocking on our door.

People!! Listen up! Post eleven if someone with a sexually active lifestyle sounds distracted, starts laughing and tries to get rid of you in a rather abrupt manner it can mean only one thing- SEX

So, give them a break and let them get back to you once the stuff is over and done with!:)

February 15, 2007

Breast Feeding Enables Upward Mobility

All you mommies who gave up perky breasts for breast feeding here is some more good news.

The University of Bristol team looked at 1,400 babies born from 1937-1939 and followed their progress for 60 years. Those who were breastfed were 41% more likely to move up in class than those who were bottle-fed.

Apparently breastfeeding helps improve the IQ and makes the infant bond easier with family and the world. breast%20feeding.jpg

Britney in Red

Britney seems to have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that she no longer has a lithe body. She looks like a loser vamp no mortal would have near him/her. Obviously her lack of style is not her fault considering her trailer trash background but with all that pots of money shouldn't she be having some fashion expert in her entourage?

Besides, she needs a wake up call. She no longer looks like the -'Hit me baby one more time' gal but more like a Mid-Western mom clubbing after her grocery store shift.

Brit baby, time to take a deep deep look at yourself in the mirror and ask MJ for his plastic surgeon's number.
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February 14, 2007

Where Is The Romance?

With all the chuma chattee (slurpy hugging and kissing) that was going on today I found myself feeling rather aged, though I am only thirty one. Romance no longer means getting a heart shaped balloons, chocolates or flowers, it has become more of an enigmatic persuasion that needs to be re-discovered.

When people think romance they think of candle light dinners, diamonds, moon lite nights, blah blah blah but when I think romance I see tender moments when a man searches out for his mate in a crowded mall or a child hugs a parent or my rabbits thump me away when I'd be trying to hug them in case they didn't know it was a Smoochie- huggie , get jiggy with it day.

Though the day ends for me as all days end - quietly but I wanted to wish all of you a Happy Valentine's Day. May all of you know the joy of love and giving.

Sonal Panse did a short poem about the plight of love in India on V Day. Enjoy

Smoggy Taj

The Taj Mahal might be in need for a facial. As it happens a number of foundries have created a pall of poisonous smog around the two most well known sites of Agra- the Taj and Agra Fort.

Time to wear your gas mask before venturing into the city of undying love;)

Sense Of Duty

A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation.
- Bertrand Russell

February 10, 2007

Eulogy For My Rabbit Litter

When death darkens the thresh hold it is difficult to maintain a composed façade and not let the heartstrings tug no matter how small the snuffed life may be. My three rabbit babies barely three days old died today. They were born plump and beautiful. Their little buck teeth and over grown nails made me feel like a proud mother though their own mother seemed least interested. I fretted over the litter, got straw from a neighbor who has a cow, made a nest for them with the straw and an old towel but that’s where my work came to an end

Rabbits apparently feed only twice in a day- dawn and dusk and there should be minimal human interference. The interference was minimal on my part but the mother ignored her babies. I trawled the net to see how the little ones could be saved but all the sites claimed that apart from rabbit’s milk no other milk suits the little ones and they tend to die within a week of bloated bellies.
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I watched the little ones die and there was nothing I could do. Nature was showing her worst side, the mother had rejected her litter and I was a mute spectator.

Two died early morning and the third just drew his last breath. He will be buried in some quiet corner in the garden along with his siblings and bulbs will be planted on their tiny graves to mark the lives that barely took a few breaths, showed us the miracle of life and the sadness that accompanies death.

What Makes Us Indians?

After hundred years of suffering imperialism we Indians should have become sensitive towards discrimination of all sorts. We should have been able to shed the rancid stench of castism, bigotry and insular thinking that followed us for over hundreds of years but here and now I can say that we may have gained physical freedom but our minds continue to remain enslaved to ideas archaic and destructive that could rip the very fabric of society.

We remain divided on the basis of caste, creed, gender, language and for the diminishing natural resources. The fight for 'me and mine' continues on the roads and communities , no one is willing to give another a willing hand, no one willing to stand up for justice, averting their eyes when women and children are abused or neglected, where greasing the palm of a pencil pusher is accepted.

But, today I say enough is enough. Today I ask my nation to grow up. To step up to the role the world expects us to fulfill. To be political correct, to realize that castism is no more than a skin we should have shed long before we gained our freedom, we should realize that the color of skin does not make one superior to another, we should rise beyond the superficial concept of what makes a man or a woman appealing or what makes a child intelligent or demeaning those who are different from us.

Names with racist connotation continue to be used rather innocently, words like Habbshi , Madrasi grate my nerves.
The nasty characteristic division of people according to the states they hail from reeks of out and out bigotry. For each state there is a negativity. Punjabis are considered to be crude, lying businessmen, Rajasthanis unreliable gypsies, Biharis sweet tongued liars, Uttar Pradesh people are again crude banyas and down south people are together clubbed as Madrasi religious muggpots.

I'm sure, right now some of you who are reading my post are either uncomfortable or mad with me for stating the truth with such bare faced bravado. But there is no going around the truth and the best way to cure a sickness is to first diagnose it, to confront it, to accept it and then destroy the virus forever.

We are a racist superficial lot! Know it and accept it. It still is very difficult for most of us to accept or better still to value a human being for just being human and therefore give the same respect to a poor man as we would give to the rich.

Why is it that our poor balk at entering a normal mall? They look like lost children looking into a world that would never be theirs, why do we still hanker after the blond, the fair, the blue eyed, the aquiline nosed beauty? Why are we still remembering our masters of the past?

Why are we still stuck in the quagmire of wanting what we can never be? Never be white enough? Never be superior enough to be comfortable in our skin?

There are so many whys that need to be pondered over, so many nasty ingrained attitudes that need to be addressed that at times I don't even know were we we should begin.

But the starting point has to be with each one of us. We need to look within ourselves and check for bigotry for it exists at some level or the other in each of us for that is what makes us Indians.


February 07, 2007

Preview: Govinda

Here is a sneak preview of a story I am currently working on-

She tried her best not to look at the barely covered breast her son was mauling. But it was hard to take her eyes off that hairy hand that caressed the lumpy flesh and then drove straight in and tweaked the nipple to a 'Tina Turner' spike.

Her hackles rose as she saw her son pull his 'fiancée’s' crotch against his groin and suck her mouth in like a plunger on a clogged toilet bowl. He may have grown up in America but he kissed like a bumbling chaingra. She fumed and crumpled the expensive lace curtains she had picked up at Pennies with Mary. Govinda would have been better off with sweet Mary rather than the tart he was bringing back home from the Mexican border.

His R&R at the border had resulted in him getting a stripper for a girlfriend and by the end of the vacation she was his soon to bride without the family's knowledge. Govinda’s lewd behavior was nothing new; he was a drunkard with a ring on his arse hole. He had ruined the last Thanksgiving when in front of an assortment of relatives he had declared that a butt ring was a must for all as it made crapping a sensuous experience.

She was sure that in her previous life she must have incurred some bad karma to suffer a child like him in this lifetime. From the day he was born, thirty years ago, he had given her nothing more than grief and unaccountable worries. While most mothers boosted of their children’s academic accomplishments she, however, had sat in sunny offices of boorish principals with understandable grouses against her son.

He was a rebel from infancy, he took years to be potty trained, years to sit still at the dinner table, years to finish his homework on his own and years to give up the hooligans he had as friends. She had to work hard to make him somewhat acceptable for society but he was a rogue out and out, willing her to an early grave.

The neighbors next door began to whistle and make cat calls. ‘Hey Govvy quite a babe you’ve got there. Is she JLo’s sister? Better still does she have a sister I can have?” Their sniggering voices stung her sensibilities whereas her son took them as good natured ribbing. He smiled up at his childhood friends who nearly spilled out of a bedroom window.

“Where’s Red?” he shouted

“He’s gone to the S.S to get his monthly handout.”

“Slob’s still out of work eh? Tell that shithead to come and meet me. I’m here for the weekend.”

“Weekend?” she was dismayed. The extended family was going to come over and knowing Govind there was going to be another fiasco that will be talked about till next Thanksgiving.

The bell sung a low melodious tune reminded her to put on her ‘public’ face. “Hai Durga Ma give me shakti” she muttered and opened the door with a pasted smile on her face.

“Ma!” his rich baritone voice never failed to remind her of her departed husband. Not only was he a splitting image of his father but sounded like him too. But that’s where the similarities ended. Her long dead husband would never have got a ring in any part of his body, god forbid- one in his arse hole.

“Ma?” his inquisitive twinkling eyes stared down at his diminutive mother. She still was the prettiest woman in the block despite the few grey hair he had caused her. Mouth still plump and luscious, small pixie like nose and calm eyes that became stormy within a given moment and had him clutching his smarting butt for days to come after indulging in some sort of horrendous activity that showed her untamed side not that he appreciated it while growing up but now in hindsight he knew she was more like him than she realized.

“Ma, this is Suzanne- the love of my life.”

She tried her best not to look at the ‘love of his life’s breasts’. They seemed to wobble like jellies trying to slip out of a Tupperware. She hated the garish green tank top that Govinda's love was sporting.

“Ole! Mama” Suzanne breasts breathed in and then breezed out the words.

“Mama?” that got her attention and she looked at the putta that was out to ruin her son’s life and make her the laughing stock of the entire NRI community.

“Ma isn’t she the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?”

She stared at the cause of her son’s destruction and couldn’t fault her appearance. Brown hair, brown eyes, aquiline nose, peachy lips that showed straight teeth. She looked like a dewy eyed spaniel out frolicking with her new master.

“What was your name again?”

“Ma! Don’t start with that again. Ma doesn’t like any woman I get home but now she doesn’t have a choice since you’re going to be the last one snugglebum”

“Snugglebum?” her heart sank to her toes and she hiccuped as she let them in. It was going to be a long dreary night for her especially with the rest of the family coming over.


February 06, 2007

No Solicitating At The Cantina

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February 05, 2007

Mind Your Language

mind%20yer%20language.jpgA movie trailer poster in Gandhi Nagar. Don't miss the Call Center ad on the side.

Apart from Church Street which happens to be the swanky part of Bangalore, Gandhi Nagar remains the hub of Bangalore where one gets everything under the sun from fertilizers, to garments to pirated movies. The place is generally crowded especially on weekends which is why one is advised to go there during weekdays.

Deer At Banaghata National Park

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Way Out Of Bangalore

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