Monthly Archives: September 2008

And the hubby can vouch for that. In triplicate. Signed and attested by any notary of your choosing. I guess he probably wishes he’d asked for a trial run before buying the goods so he could return them and get … Continue reading →

Bumped into a friend the other day at Shoppers Stop, both of us rushing to bag the only vacant cash counter and almost collided, but collision averted at the nth minute as we recognised each other and converted the elbowing … Continue reading →

I had my self esteem taken by death lock grip and raised high, and then dashed to the ground in moves made popular by them wrestlers of the WWF variety over the weekend. For one, the day started promisingly in … Continue reading →

Because I am fickle… and because I need to match desperately, in keeping with my bourgouise leanings towards matching matching, read, matching with the newly sprouted grey along the hairline, I find my eye keeps seeking out the greys in … Continue reading →

“There are no ugly women. Only lazy women.” Helena Rubenstein So I quoted to the husband when he’d asked me for the nth time whether I was quite done with creaming my face and my hands and my legs and … Continue reading →

Read recently that Salman Rushdie’s mother was a first rate gossip and it was her gossiping which led him to develop his skills at story telling. I’m not insinuating anything here, but going by that precedent my son could in … Continue reading →

It was, to put it briefly, an exciting weekend. To start with I had the unstoppable itch just waiting to be scratched, and put into itch hyperdrive after the Ganapati photographs last week where it was confirmed that one has … Continue reading →

      Got this from Silvara  and Anamika of Thinking Cramps and Roop and Itchy. Am honoured and flattered. And as always amazed that I actually get a readership for my self obsessed whinings. So girls, *dramatic pause to daub at … Continue reading →

  …me in the red crepe. Picture carefully cropped, if you notice to exclude burgeoning corpus. Aunty No 1. I need to do the multiple bindis and the eye rolling as well now.