Monthly Archives: February 2009

..when I dont look forward to a buffet lunch. Yup, pick your shocked jaws from the floor and uncrease the forehead. I have a buffet lunch with friends scheduled today and it is one I am not looking forward to. … Continue reading →

and it is Recession Chic. Yup, Heroin Chic has been done in by the needle and the latest chic to hit the runways is the above, aptly named, Recession Chic. Yup. As the name suggests, the look is rather drab … Continue reading →

Why are my eyes tearing up as I listen on the radio that A R Rahman has won a double Oscar for best song and best original score. More over as the song Jai Ho gets played on the airwaves, … Continue reading →

…here is the cut. Post self wash. Nah. Make that post self wash, and no hairdryer and brushes. Just a comb out the knots (which there were none, thanks to wonderful conditioner and my insistence on overnight oiling) and run. … Continue reading →

Guess what landed up in my inbox today to brighten a dull morning, and cause much mopping of drool dribbling down chin? These wonderful bags. And since I am such a nice girl, I am going to share them with … Continue reading →

in the pit of my stomach, you know, the kind you get when you’ve downed an entire one kg unopened box of kaju katli or Lindt chocolates or a rassogulla can (substitute with whatever is your current weakeness du jour) … Continue reading →

Finally fed up of having pitchforks being stuck into my hair , and folks on the street handing me rubberbands and hair oil, I barged into one of them chic salons that you need to get an appointment with the … Continue reading →

Am bored with the hair. Am tired of looking like the woman who ran with the wolves. Am exhausted of explaining to the mother that, yes, mamma, I did comb my hair this morning. With the comb and not the … Continue reading →

would a respectable, non obscene, completely above board and non PG rated lil blog like mine have the following come up as the top terms used by search engines to get to it. bhanupriya aunty 1 spanking in different outfits 1 … Continue reading →

 I got a rather fun email forward the other day. It had me scurrying to my sadly overstashed and unappreciated chaddi/banian drawer to ferret through rabidly in the vain hope that I might just find meself a pink chaddi. I … Continue reading →