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I had been on a weekend rant for so long now that I almost forgot what enjoying a weekend meant. And no, it doesn’t mean long lazy hours (at least in my case). It does not mean ready-made meals served on a platter or having the kids off my hands (I’d rather chop my hands off πŸ˜€ . The weekends are , after all, for the kids, right?!).

What then, does it take to make a weekend really worth it??

After months of howling and cribbing, I’ve now realized that the way to a happy weekend lies in me.

On how I treat the time I have. What I do and what I don’t. But most important, what attitude I carry when I do the things that I have to do!

So this weekend too, we had our fair share of bunking maids . The regular maid as well as the nanny didn’t turn up. So instead of fretting over them and cursing them under my breath, I took the easier way out and decided to show them the literal finger! I was going to enjoy the weekend with the twins and family and the maids be damned if I was going to let them spoil this time for me!!

On Saturday, I got busy early. Got GMIL settled after her bath and breakfast and made Gulab Jamuns and Vegetable Pulao (I might add here, that in our house, weekend menus generally cross the 1 Kg mark. So the pulao was 1 kg rice with added vegetables. Large scale cooking to make sure rice lasts for dinner too πŸ˜‰ ) . Post cooking, did a random round of cleaning, did a few utensils and bathed and readied the twins. The twins were less peskier because I had enticed them with a visit to their khala’s place (cousin L’s place, who stays close by). Thankfully, the kids co-operated. The BF was busy with some society work and was out most of the day. Once the MIL came back from school at mid-day, I handed over the house, GMIL and her sons to her care and took my kids out for an evening at my uncle’s house.

Had fun at Cousin L’s place. Helped her prepare lunch while the aunt was busy getting some food into the twin’s tummy πŸ™‚ . Thankfully, the twins were better behaved and didn’t break anything or rip anything apart (the stress of which alone causes me gray hair 😦 ). We had a short siesta post lunch, after which I took the twins to visit my mom’s old family friend. Spent some time there, where the twins gorged on potato wafers as though their life depended on it 😐 (I don’t give them chips at home…mostly avoided since their school requested us parents to stop giving children packed oily stuff. So no more chips, no Peppys or their ilk. I know, my kids will hate me a few years down the line 😦 . *Sigh*…the things one has to do for motherhood!!)

When I got back home later that evening, the house was full of guests of the BF. I herded the kids inside and asked the MIL if I could help with anything. She said that the guests were about to leave….so not much work to be done πŸ™‚ .Β  The twins had a light dinner and then I played them some nursery rhymes on the laptop. They were good as gold and didn’t touch any key other than the one I showed them for playing the next track πŸ™‚ . They even dropped off to sleep early, tired as they were after a long day!

Sunday was even better. The MIL had made breakfast by the time I woke up so I just contributed to the sweeping house, washing dishes, loading washing machine kind of tasks. The MIL also agreed to make lunch for the day because I had to leave for a birthday party at 10:30. Getting the twins bathed and ready took a better part of my morning and it was only 11 AM before I could step out of the house! It took us some time to find an auto and finally head to the party venue. The Birthday Girl was the daughter of one of my best friend, who is a part of my friend circle mentioned here. Needless to say, once again there were hugs and handshakes galore. It is NEVER boring to meet your friends, specially ones who go back a long way πŸ™‚ . The best part was that this time Shobs was tagging along and he got to meet my friends whom he couldn’t meet last time. By the time we left after lunch, everyone declared that the howling cry-baby Lui was a replica of me and that the silent, observant Shobs was his father’s true son ! Where do they get these ideas , I ask!

Anyhow, we took an auto back home, by which time, the twins were almost falling off to sleep. Once home, they were enveloped in the loving arms of the family, who said they found the house boring in the absence of the twins πŸ™‚ . The BF and BIL played with the kids for some time after which I herded them in for some nap time. I woke up after an hour or so, made tea for everyone and instructed the cookΒ  for dinner. The MIL and FIL had to leave for some house visits, the BIL went to meet his friends and that left me with the GMIL, kids and BF to handle. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel even a wee bit tired even till late in the night (I watched Chillar Party on my laptop till 2 AM. Never expected the movie to be so engrossing and entertaining πŸ™‚ ) . In fact, I think I enjoyed myself this time, in spite of loads of work. Maybe the kids contributed by not being so cranky and demanding of my time…..or just maybe, I’ve grown up a wee bit πŸ˜€ . The crux of the matter is that I just changed the way I think about weekends. And it has immensely helped me in getting through the two days πŸ™‚

And oh, since I’m feeling good, here are a couple of conversation snippets between the twins. I never knew when they grew up so much. I could swear they were born yesterday 😐

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1) I’m attending to the GMIL in her room. Lui is playing with her rubik-cube. In between, she tires of it and places it on the table. Shobby comes hopping into the room, sees the cube and grabs at it. Lui immediately lets out a loud wail. I think of intervening, but then decide otherwise. Better to let the two sort out their problems themselves!!

Lui : (crying louder than ever) Mera cube!! Shobby ne mera cube liya

Shobs : Lui, mere paas cube nahin hai na. Mera wala toot gaya

Lui : (quietening down immediately) Sobby, aapke paas cube nahin hai?

Shobs : Nahin hai na. Mera cube toot gaya.

Lui : Aapka cube kisne toda.

Shobs : (obviousy thinking of the first name that came to his head) Mummy ne.

Lui : Haan Shobby? Mummy ne toda?

Shobs : (clucking his tongue) Haan na 😦

Lui : (holding up her palm) Aap 2 minutes ke liye khelo , phir humko do.

Shobs : Haan. Okay. (Trying to figure out 2 from his set of fingers, ultimately settling for 4 ) Mai aapko 2 minutes ke baad deta hoon.

So the brother-sister duo walk out of the room hand-in-hand, in complete harmony.

As for me, I just stood there looking like this ” 😯 ”

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2) I’m in the kitchen making dinner last night. Shobs, who had earlier gone out with the BIL to buy some stuff, had just returned. In his absence, I had given Lui a piece of chocolate , a brand which Shobs doesn’t like. So I didn’t offer it to him after his return.

I’m standing at the stove, stirring my pot when the two brats start ‘whispering’. Well, they thought they were whispring, but they were pretty audible alright.

Lui : Bhaiya, aap please mummy se chocolate maango.

Shobs : Mujhe nahin chahiye chocolate.

Lui : Mujhe chahiye na. Aap please maango.

Shobs : Nahin aap maango.

Lui : Mummy mujhe gussa karegi na.

Shobs : Haa-aan?? Mummy ko chocolate maangne se mummy ‘very funny’ bolegi.

Lui : (giggling) Mummy ‘Very funny’ nahin bolegi.

Shobs : Bolegi na.

After which, he proceeds to prove his point by coming by my side and demanding the said chocolate –

Shobs :Β  Mumma….Lui ko chocolate chahiye.

Me :Β  (Answering in mock anger ) Chocolate chahiye??Β  Very Funny!!

Lui and Shobs break out in rollicking laughter , practically clutching their tummies as they turned to each other

Shobs : Maine bola tha na?! Mummy ‘Very Funny’ boli πŸ™‚

Lui : (giggles)

I’m giggling myself as I think of these two πŸ™‚



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Not lovely, but I do have Chubby Cheeks. At least when I grin. Or smile!

Anyhow, this incident happened this Monday – I walked into the VLCC centre closest to my place, I had an appointment for 11 AM, but I was a tad early and walked in by 10:40 AM. The only person around to greet me was the cleaning maid. I waited for a while and then asked for something to read. The maid reluctantly handed me the previous day’s paper. She looked grumpy, so I didn’t pester her for the current copy. I read the paper from start to end. Then started on the crossword. then did a few Mensa puzzles (successfully, if I might add πŸ˜€ ) and then finally proceeded to do Sudoku. By now, it was 11:20 AM, yet there was barely any activity inside the parlour/fitness-centre.

I doodled for some time, when finally a lady walked up to me and gave me a form to fill (since it was my first time there). I filled up eagerly and went to hand it over to her. The lady watches me approach her and as she accepts my form, coughs discreetly and says, ” *Ahem* Would you be interested in our special figure-correction package?”.

What?!

I mean, I know I’m kinda healthy…but figure correction? I mean, do you actually massage yourself to cut away the flab in order to get a better silhouette or what?!

She took in my flabbergasted expression and took it for a yes. I’m still not sure if she realized I was offended big time 😦 . Anyhow, so this other woman with gorgeous long hair leads me inside and makes me stand on this machine which my feet placed over some metals pads and hands holding on to some bars while the machine does a complete body scan. The device had a tiny display and suffice to say, the readings were not pretty. I now realize why the figure-correcting lady thought I needed to chop up the fat!

In a short summary, this is what the dratted machine had to say –

1) Height : 155 cms

2) Weight 69.1 kgs

(normal range 43.9 – 59.4)

3) Muscle mass 19.4 kgs

(normal range 19.5 -23.8)

4) Body Fat Mass 32.6 kgs

(normal range 10.3 – 16.5)

There!! See that?! My body fat turns out to be twice that of the max amount of the normal range. I , for one, am NOT normal 😐

The report also had detailed sectional reports on where the fat deposit is more and where it is normal. Apparently, each leg weighs 5 kgs more than required, the tummy region is *hold your breath* 15 kgs over the normal and shoulders are each 2.5 kgs over.

While I was recovering from the shock, the dear counselor went on a long spiel about how VLCC could come to the rescue and with a minimal amount of 25K, guarantee loss of 5 kgs and a couple of inches.

I almost told the lady that I’d rather starve myself to death. Lose weight and save money in one go. All that two-birds and one stone theory churned in my mind. But I stayed mum. “We’ll see”, was all that I could croak. I mean, frankly speaking, my fatness is not their fault. So what if they offer the services for ‘reasonable’ amounts which appear gargantuan to me ?! It would have been much better if I’d seen the gargantuan-ness of my fat before I stepped through their door, hadn’t it?!

Anyhow, I asked them to wrap up with what I’d come there for (A facial,manicure,hair-wash, conditioning,haircut, blow-dry,threading and skin and hair analysis). Again, for the record, these are not activities I normally indulge in. Good friend from work, SK had found a package deal online which gave us these services from VLCC for 600/- when the actual cost of the same was 4000/-.Obviously, we grabbed at it with both hands.

Talking of hands, the attendant who took charge of my manicure wasn’t impressed with my hands. “Too rough”, “Too much cuticle”, “too much tan”. A lot of head-shaking and marketing spiel later (well, they ALL tried to sell me VLCC products. I can give them marks for trying πŸ™‚ ) work began on making my hands look presentable. Post the session, I rued the fact that it never clicked me to get a before and after snap 😦 . *Sigh* I always miss such moments I tell you 😐 . The fingers did look better, but a tad sore, since my cuticles were more or less ripped off my nails. Alas, the effect stayed but just a day. I scraped my nails with the knife while chopping veggies the next day. Made me realize that pampering the hands works for only those people who don’t have to rough it out in the kitchen. If you are the regular food provider , chances are, you’ll always have trimmed nails and at least a couple of remnant oil burn marks on your hands/wrists πŸ™‚

I digress again. Apologies.

The main attraction of the session was the hair wash (pleasant), the conditioning (yummm) and the blow-dry/ setting which was an awesome job because my normally fly-away zig-zag hair looked like those of our North-Eastern counterparts. Silky, straight and oh so shiny!!Β  I mean, I could actually leave my hair open without a thousand clips or bands in place πŸ™‚ . SK had the same package and weΒ were both flaunting our hair in office the next day, much to the amusement and envy of our colleagues ! Unfortunately, SK washed her hair today and its back to normal. I haven’t washed mine yet…I don’t want my hair to get back to their normal messy state 😦

I came back home that evening and showed the print-out of my body analysis report to the BF

BF :Β  (feigning shock) Goodness?!! Whatever gave them the idea that you are *gasp* fat?!!

Me : Ha ha. Not funny mister.

BF :Β  No really. I mean, I swear their machine must be faulty. Go back and ask them for a refund.

Me : You wish!!

BF : No. No. YOU wish πŸ˜€

At which point I aimed a good kick towards the punster, which was easily sidestepped because frankly, I can raise my leg just about a foot off the ground 😦

The BF continued snorting with laughter as he exited the room, probably because he didn’t want to be beaten to a pulp. The leg couldn’t be raised high, I agree, but it carries weight, all 5.1 kgs more than the normal range 😐 !!

To round up the tale, my fitness level is at an all time low of 56 when it is supposed to be a minimum of 74. To correct the anomalies, I have made a slight change in my diet. Breakfast is Muesli and a cup of tea. Lunch is a fruit and large jar of Herbalife shake. Dinner is one chapati, a little sabzi and a little rice. I have stopped taking sugar in tea and eating sweets. The trip to the gym is pending. Hoping to correct that as soon as possible.

I don’t mind losing the chubby cheeks, I guess…..if it means being healthier and fitter to run around with the twins πŸ™‚



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Many moons ago, Dad was posted in Pune. It was a quaint Army establishment,Β about 20 km away from the main city, near the famous Khadakwasla lake and under the veritable shadow of NDA. The place was called Institute of Armament Technology, now called the Defense Institute of Advanced Technology.

DIAT

Dad was posted as the Chief Administration Officer, a profile which in common terms would be classified as Jack-Of-All-Trades. So apart from managing the infrastructure of IAT, dad was also much involved in settling squabbles, rehabilitating retired servicemen, touring the premises umpteen times a day and in general, getting on everyone’s nerves!! (hehe, just kidding Dad πŸ˜€ )

The weekend before Eid, me and the BF got an opportunity to drive down to Khadakwasla village. There is a quaint little Masjid there, the maulana of which used to teach us the Holy Quran. Every year, it is a ritual to visit the Masjid and hand over some Hadiya(gift) to the Maulana. Usually, we used to visit the place in the early days of Ramzan…alas , this time we were caught up with many other things and couldn’t make it until the last minute.

Now Khadakwasla is a good 20+ km from my place. A distance, which I usually never think of covering myself unless the BF is with me πŸ™‚ . We did think of taking the kids along, but what with them being cranky the whole day and then dropping off to sleep just when we were planning on leaving, there was no option but to leave them behind. Also, since it was raining cats and dogs and their mamas and chachas, we thought it prudent to leave the kids back home (though we were travelling by car, the road to Khadakwasla is not known to be in the best of conditions…more so in the rainsΒ  !!).

It was a lovely drive….after simply ages, me and the BF were together without the noisy presence of the kids πŸ˜€ . We sang out loud, gossiped, called each other names and in general, had much more fun in that one hour than in the last 6 months !! Once we reached our destination, we met up with the maulana, handed over the Hadiya and then prepared for the long trip back since we wanted to get home before Iftaar time. Coming out of the tiny village, I had a whim and asked the BF if we could just take a short trip to IAT which was barely 500 metres away from where we had stopped. The BF obliged and we made the turn.

Now, IAT has two gates, one is the main gate which was a kilometer away and the other one was the smaller gate usually taken by residents of the bungalows in that section of IAT. When we used to live here, this gate was our regular route. So me and the BF made straight for the smaller gate. There were two security guards standing there, who on seeing us, instead of opening the gate, yelled at us to go back.

I was a little stunned at this reaction…but then realized that this was a defense establishment and given the current scenario, the security would be pumped up high. The older of the two guards, a man around 60 came up to us and sternly told us not to breach security. We were a bit indignant , because frankly, the way he said it , made it sound as though we were planning on running right through the gate !!

Anyhow, the old man came up to my window and this is how our conversation went :-

Old Guard (OG) : Gaadi peechhe lo. Gate ke itne paas mat aao. Aapko pata nahin hai kya, yeh defense establishment hai.

Me : (in all politeness) Haan pata hai. Hum yahan rehte the pehle.

OG : (looking even more guarded than before) Kahan??

Me : Yahin. P-9 bungalow mein. Mai Colonel Yasin ki beti hoon. Aap jaante hain unko?

OG : (looking suspiciously at me) Haan ….mai jaanta hoon unko….lekin unki beti to… (here he wags his index finger , a sign generally used to denote the slimmer side of things)

Me :Β  (smiling politely while jabbing my elbow into the BF’s ribs to stop his mirthful giggling) Haan..unki teen betiyaan hai. Mai sabse chhoti hoon. Aap meri behen ko jaante hai….

OG : (breaking into a smile finally ) Arre haan…unki yahan shaadi hui thi na?! Hum aaye the. Sahab ne bulaya tha.

Me :Β  (totally amazed) Aapko shaadi yaad hai?!

OG :Β  (grinning happily) Ji haan. Hum logoen ko sir ne khud invite kiya tha. Aisa kijiye, waise to yahan se andar jaana allowed nahin hai….par aapko andar kaam kya hai??

Me : Mujhe apne husband ko hamara purana ghar dikhana hai. Bas 2 minute lagenge.

OG : Achcha theek hai. Lekin please aap jaldi aao.

Me : Zaroor. Thank you.

The OG opened the gate for us and we cruised in. A couple of minutes of silence later, during which we were busy absorbing the beauty of the place, the BF finally piped, “He remembers your dad!!”. I just smiled on smugly πŸ™‚

We made a small trip aroundΒ  the place…..went to the bungalow where I used to live and where the BF used to drop by once in a while for group study during college days πŸ™‚ . Okay, so we weren’t really truthful when we told the guard that I wanted to show the BF my house. The husband had been to this place ages ago and loved it just as much as I did. That’s the reason we planned to drop by again. Those were wonderful days and it was great to relive it once again.

While on the way back, the OG rushed to open the gates for us once more. I rolled down the window to thank him. He just saluted us with a big grin and told me, “Sahab ko bolna, hum unko abhi bhi yaad karte hain. Kabhi Pune aaye, toh IAT zaroor aane bolna”.

I replied back in the affirmative and we made our way back home.

For a long while, we were silent, both of us ruminating over the past 15 minutes.

After a while, the BF broke the silence, “You know….I’ve been in this company for 5 years. Tomorrow if I leave this place and then come back after a year or so, probably no one will ever remember me”.

“Same here “, I replied glumly.

“You dad was here for only 3 years, yet 11 years later, people still remember him”.

“Hmmm”.

“That is some reputation, I say”.

“Truly”.

*Silence*

“We’ve got a long way to go”, says the BF.

And I realized he wasn’t just talking about the way back home 😐



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Regular reader of this blog are aware of my weekend schedule (which more tightly packed than pomegranate seeds) and the tales of ripping my hair off.

This weekend was no different folks (read, missing maids, cranky twins), so I won’t go in there again. Suffice to say, I felt as though I’ve been through a shredder. The BF wisely kept himself away from the path of my fury. Bright chap, that. Probably one of the reasons I married him!!

Anyhow, in all the valiant efforts to keep the hair on my head, I didn’t pay attention to a niggling little birdie which kept repeating that I missed a birthday somewhere on the weekend. Was it the BF’s? No. MIL? No. FIL/BIL/GMIL(frankly, no one knows her B’day!)??? Then who??

Well, it was MomOfRS’s B’day (try saying that out loud πŸ˜€ )!

*clap clap clap*

Yep, the Second birthday of my dear blog, my release, my confidante and my friend. Can’t believe how soon the years have passed πŸ™‚ . It seemed like just yesterday when I did the “Hello World” post.Β  I’ve already stepped into the third year and have yet not done a proper post to commemorate the event 😦

For the record, in the last 24 months, I have written about 575 posts, received about 3640 comments (Thanks ALL of you πŸ˜€ ) and replied back in about 1730 comments. I’ve received spam galore and the total hits on the blog since 9th Sep 2009 till date are 55037. Much gratitude goes towards all those who make me feel good by dropping by here. Also, many thanks to all those listed in the “I’m Addicted To” page who inspired me in many ways to pursue blogging. The list needs to be updated with all the new, wonderful and awesome blogs I’ve discovered in the last two years. I think if I were to ever read all the blogs everyday, I would be given the boot pretty quick. No company would want to hire an employee who does nothing better than read πŸ˜€ . I’m still looking out for alternate means of income which would allow me to indulge in my now-crazy blog obsession. If you know any such job, just give me a signal πŸ˜‰

(Till then, I can do nothing but sneak in a couple of minutes each day and update my online journal.)

Here’s thanking ALL of you out there for sharing your thoughts and best wishes with me. Once a lonely place, this blog now thrives on your love and affection. I’m sure when the kids grow up, they would come to love you all just as I do. Most of you who are so far away, there’s a rare chance that we’d ever meet….but it doesn’t stop our friendship from blossoming.

For that, internet, I’ll be eternally grateful.

Much love to you all,


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We have a fire drill in the office building next week.

Rather a harmless event, given that we are forewarned (unlike real instances where we need to act without prior intimation) and forearmed. In my company (the one I belong to, not the one where I sit) I used to be a fire-marshall, or the floor incharge. I even received fire-fighting training from the personnel belonging to the fire station nearest to our office. The training was much fun. I learned to differentiate between the A,B and C class of fire-extinguishers. Also learned how to use a water hose and how to change its flow. Much fun was had in the trainings.

(Uh. I think I went off-track there)

Coming back to the fire drill in this office. It is next week. So the security guards in the office were asked to carry out some preliminary rounds and talk to a few people regarding the same. On one such duty, this particular female security guard sidles up to my desk this morning. I look up at her enquiringly. This is how our conversation went :-

Me : Haan?

Female Security (FS) :Β  Ek baat bolni thi aapse.

Me : Haan bolo.

FS : Agle week iss building mein fire drill hone wala hai.

Me : Haan, mujhe pata hai. Mail aaya tha.

FS : Madam, humko instructions mila hai ki office mein jitni bhi pregnant ladies hai, unka list banana hai.

Me : (remembering how we were trained to follow the same routine) Haan haan, sahi baat hai.

FS : Toh madam, aap pregnant hai na, issliye next week woh siren bajega to aap darna mat. Aapko pehle bahar nikalenge.

Me :  😯 *Stunned speechless*

FS : Madam?! Okay madam??

Me : (Finally able to breathe) Err…ummm…*ahem* *cough*Β  Mai pregnant nahin hoon.

FS : 😯 OHHH !! Sorry madam….mujhe laga…… sorry madam.

(This is the cue for me to breakdown sobbing on my desk and for you to hold your tummy and guffaw out loud 😐 )

Me : Nahin nahin…koi baat nahin….

With gentle reassurances, the lady left my desk.

Needless to say peeps, am sorely upset today. I mean, my kids will turn three in a couple of month’s time…and here I am, still hanging on to my cesarean pouch as though my next kid lived in it 😦

Gaaaah!!

Ramzan went by and did nothing to give me a break! I still haven’t lost an ounce! Why O why does the fat love me so?! I’m so hopping mad today πŸ‘Ώ !! Haven’t mentioned the tale to the BF. Much ‘I-Told-You-So’s expected 😦 . You know, I’ve been trying real hard lately. I’ve changed my diet, have moderate meals , use the stairs and do as much physical work as possible. But looks like its all pittance in the vast ocean of adiposity (is that even a word?!).

*Sigh*

Can anyone please burn away this fat for me……or at least turn that water-hose on me and wash it away?!

Pretty please ?

😐



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I love Mayavati.

I mean, how can you not?!! This Woman dominates like no other, thunders instead of talking, pays homage to herself and siphons off crores better than Ocean’s Eleven!

Also, she provides me with a lot of blog fodder πŸ˜€ (and that, I must say, is her saving grace 😐 )

Anyway, since I’m a loyal Mayavati follower and a keen watcher of her activities, its deplorable that I haven’t yet done a post on the private-Jet-Assange-gate (that rhymes!!) . A digression that I will proceed to correct, pronto!

So for the un-informed, my favourite politician got a mention in Wiki-leaks. That itself calls for a whoop of joy and distribution of sweets. The Behenji has ‘arrived’ and how πŸ™‚ .You can read the entire content of the leak here, but since I love the lady, I’ll do the honors and post the juicy parts here :-

“…the law and order situation in UP has improved only in that Mayawati has centralized corruption in her own hands.”

“One Lucknow journalist related a story in which a State Minister was forced to do sit-ups in front of her as penance for not first asking permission to call on UP’s governor.”

“Mayawati forced a civil servant to resign when she learned his daughter had joined the Congress Party in Delhi.”

“…..she employs nine cooks (two to cook, the others to watch over them) and two food tasters.”

“…..she constructed a private road from her residence to her office, which is cleaned immediately after her multiple vehicle convoy reaches its destination.”

“While inflation, development and terrorism will be the “issues” in the coming national polls, caste remains the DNA of UP politics, and no one has demonstrated more ability at playing caste politics than Mayawati”
And my personal favourite –
“Mayawati is obsessed with becoming Prime Minister”
C’mon?! Which Indian politician isn’t?! Doesn’t LK Advani (with one leg in Kabr and another on a banana peel) want the same? Does anyone accuse him of it?

Sadly, Mayavati doesn’t see how famous she has become, instead, she harps on how Assange must be admitted to the Agra mental asylum. She obviously believes that she was voicing the opinion of a hundred other politicians around the world, most of whom harbour the same opinion! But not so surprisingly, Assange’s wiki-leak only publicized what the entire population of India already knew! I wouldn’t word it here (her henchmen may just hunt me down and skin me to make her a new pair of shoes 😐 ). But I guess this image best depicts her growth :-

Assange, on his behalf, has sent across some witty quips to Mayavati’s outbursts.Β  For now, he has the upper hand, because not one person in this country has an iota of doubt on the report (do you??). Says something about the state of our politics, doesn’t it? I mean, we know all this, yet we elect them. Sheesh 😦 .

Sab Maya hai, I guess 😐



Note : cartoons sourced from Google images.

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(This one’s been lying in the drafts for ages. Inspired by Unmana’s post, I’m publishing it now πŸ™‚ )

I am one of those people who shed a tear when a good thing comes to an end. Maybe the tears are not visible, but the eyes do mist up and the heart grows heavy. I feel like that when a particularly awesome ride in an amusement park comes to an end. I feel it when I return home after a long journey. I feel it when I lick off the remnants of a black forest pastry from my fingers 😦  . I also feel it when a book series comes to an end.

I felt similarly heavy-heartedΒ when I read the last installment of the Harry Potter Series – The Deathly Hallows. The end, though a happy one, left me feeling empty, aching for more, but aware that there were no new Harry Potter books to look forward to 😦 . The movies brought some respite though. I have watched ALL the Harry Potter movies and have LOVED them like none other (The LOTR series comes a very close second though) . I even watched the Part-1 of Deathly Hallows all by myself πŸ˜€ .

(On an aside, there was this rather peculiar fake HP -Deathly Hallows e-book that released before the actual book. A friend had forwarded that e-book to me , since she knows I am a HP fan πŸ˜€ . Has anyone else read it? Though the book had a serious tone, the crux of it was that Harry had to battle the biggest villain of all, his libido *snigger* πŸ˜€ . If you ever get it, please don’t read it! Its pathetic πŸ˜€ )

I saw Deathly Hallows Part-2 with good friend from work, SK. Though not a Harry Potter fan herself, she was kind enough to indulge me and give me company throughout. Needless to say, I loved it, albeit I had my reservations about some of the cuts. I know its impossible to consider all the characters while making the movie, but somehow, I was a little unhappy that some of the characters and instances from the book were missed out in the movie 😦

Clearly, I’m a Harry Potter fan. Not the kind who would queue up at 5 AM to buy the book, but definitely one who picks up the book whenever I have time to spare. I can pick it up and randomly flip to any page and start reading. Believe me, the books are so enjoyable, that I never know what I’ve missed. Frankly, what draws me to Harry Potter is not the story itself. I really couldn’t care two hoots for Harry. What draws me to it intensely is the writing. The style, the subtle humour, theΒ charm, Β the clever, CLEVER word play!! I can never get enough of it πŸ™‚ .

Talking of wordplay, I’ve been collecting all the little witty names, titles which fill me with mirth while reading it. I’ve compiled a sample list. Fellow HP fans are welcome to add to it.

  • Knockturn Alley = a play on the word “nocturnally”.
  • Mirror of Erised: the inscription reads “‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi” which is ”I show not your face but your heart’s desire” if spelled backwards and the spacing changed.
  • Knight Bus: a Knight that comes to the rescue in the night
  • Pensieve = a play onΒ “pensive” and “sieve”
  • Diagon Alley = diagonally
  • Number 12, Grimmauld PlaceΒ  =Β  a pun “grim old place”
  • Grawp = grow-up?!
  • Slytherin = short of Slythering, the movement of snakes.
  • Severus Snape = Severe Snake?!
  • Serius Black = Serious?
  • Weasley = a play on Measly with the ‘M’ upturned (also, the financial status of the Weasleys).
  • Quirrell = A person whose physical characteristics mirrored that of a Squirrel.
  • Umbridge = A play on Umbrage (resentment, indignation)
  • Prof Sprout = one who grows plants
  • Kreacher = creature!
  • Squib = a firecracker that burns but doesn’t explode…or a born magician who cant do magic
  • Narcissa = narcissist? one who loves self
  • Firenze = Friends?

There are many, many more….I would say, if you haven’t read the book already, its time you did πŸ˜€ . Read it to see how many puns and word plays you ‘get’ .

Also, there’s a wealth of different tracks you can follow on the HP series. There’s women power , there’s fight against racial discrimination, there are fantasy animals,Β  there is the moralistic tale of friendship, loyalty and love. I believe it has everything for everyone…you just need the drive to read the books or the patience to sit through the movies. For me, it was worth it πŸ™‚ . I now await the movies to come out on DVD after which, I plan to buy the entire box set – The movies as well as the books (I’ll be honest here and confess that I’m actually waiting for the prices to come down πŸ˜€ . Can’t help it…..good things are expensive 😐  )

If you are a HP fan, chip in and let me know what you like best πŸ™‚ (Unmana, darling, you needn’t bother. You’ve already got me hooked to your HP posts! I gobble them as though having breakfast πŸ˜€ )

I'm one of them πŸ™‚



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