This here is a direct Copy-Paste job from Roger Stevens' Blog.
He writes beautifully. Go and see off.


Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the bed
The little dog laughed
But not for long
Because the cow landed right on his head.

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting.........YASIN.

Absolute stunner, Masha'Allah. Based solely on that fact, one might think he may not be Febi's , but it turns out he feeds a hundred times a day, so he's definitely got some of her genes. Much love to you, my Febi. Take good care. *hugs*

Have a look-see.

Looooooooooooooo.....oooonnnng day at work.
Very.
Can't...see....straight....
Must...go.....home.



PS: Boomsa, pls to excuse ellipses, and their entire kith-kin.

The Weekend- Part 2

Almost into the next weekend, and I have thus far been shamelessly putting off writing the sequel to the gripping post in re of the revelries of last Sunday.

Frankly, I myself am quite bored with the whole deal. I can only assume that you will be even more so, and yay, much to your good fortune, I shall only give a short synopsis of the remainder. [Yahahahahha! You thought you'd ecsape with nothing at all? Well, well, well, just goes to show you who's boss around here!]

So, to conclude. Tits collected safely, we made with the luggage to her apartment. Slept in late the next morning. Woke up and had a long, serious, heart-rending tete-a-tete with Tits about how best to spend the rest of the day. At each turn we drew a blank. Nothing. Absolute flummox deal was happening.

Finally, in the nick of time [meaning before all was lost and we had had lunch], we decided to do the risque thing. Throw caution to the winds. Be all-out Take-That-In-Your-Faces-Haha!

Yes, we decided to rent some movies, laze around in our PJ's [Tits' had sheep on hers, I wore a sedate peach], and in general, try and change the face of the Universe.

So, we got Big Fish, which is beautiful and mad all things nice. That Albert Finney guy is something. Ewan Mcgregor is splendid to watch, and I'm not even close to being his fan. Jessica Lange is lovely. So is daughter-in-law. The son was very bland. Will Bloom I think. Ho hum.

And that was that.

Shortly after the crazy movie finished, I upped and made for my room. Bid teary fare thee well to frund Tits, and spent last happy solo night at my digs.
Slept fitfully in apprehensive state of mind, thinking evil thoughts about impending arrival of roomie on the morrow.

I have concluded my story. Fanmail should be directed to my official cllections site. Only envelopes with Hard Cash and/or Sodexho passes are accepted.
Thwanx.

The Weekend- Part 1

Still recovering from long weekend, followed by a well-tried-but-who're-you-trying-to-fool 2 days of work, and then another long weekend.
The grand newses is that Tits [photo alongside- She looks saucy in blue, yes?]
is back!
A rowdy bunch of individuals [being her Ma, Pa, Parsi-Bhai Nousher, and Me] went to collect her from Bangalore Airport, this Sunday morning at 0025hrs. We made a grand success of being a nuisance to all and sundry. (Especially to sundry, whom we took a dislike to from the word Go.)
Before leaving to get her though, we made a Saturday night of it by ourselves.
We played some mad Scrabble and had a shamefully late dinner at 2330 hrs.
Once again, Aloka took the cake and ate it too. With a blush-indusing word like GROPERS, she creamed us at Round 2. Then on, we played just for the sake of playing. 'Twas all a lost cause. She finished up at almost 300, and Nousher and me hadn't even scraped together a respectable 150 each. Sigh. Oh, well, let it never be said that I'm a sore loser. I grinned and bore it. Again.

At 0000hrs P.D. [Post Dinner], we had this mad craving for a round of decadent dessert. Thereupon ensued a lambasting of The City We Live In, for not having any respectable Patisseries [or for that matter any ol' place] open after 2300hrs. Hugely disappointed, fuming and other suchlikes, and with no time to spare to vent further emotions, we left for the Airport. One faint glimmer of Hope seemed to be a Cafe Coffee Day [or Cofay Caffee Day, as Aloka would have it], at the Airport itself...... Suspenseful music ran in the background while we drove to said premises.
And..... Yayyyyy!!! What a joys when we saw it was up and running. Forgetting fastly about impending arrival of Tits, we headed for a feast at ze Cafe. Had something hilarious called Chocolate Funda.
Pls note: The nomenclature was hilarious, but the taste wasn't.
Oh, yes, it was a lovely.
Grabbed a capuccino, and decided we might as well pick up Tits since we there already.
While whiling away time, waiting for her, we passed snide comments at Tom, Dick and Hari. We hooted. We whooped. We giggled unabashedly. We visualised silly situations of Tits taking so much time to come out because she was going to stroll out with a blond, blue-eyed, tall Swiss hunk, and say: Ma, I have something to tell you....
Then we changed the situish around to make it more plausible- that she'd walk out with a tall, blonnde, blue-eyed Swiss bimbette lady, and NOT a hunk. [This thought truly scared me to the bees of my knees].

Anyway, all said and done, out pop Tits, thankfully all alone and without the blonde vamp of my nightmares in tow. Reached home late [or early, depending on whether you're a glass half empty/full sort].

Sampled Swiss chocolates immediately on arrival of home, just to ensure that her baggage hadn't been swapped and goodies switched with fakes. Err, yes.

And that was that.

Also, my right wrist is paining, and I don't want to type anymore.
There is much more to be said for the weekend, but that will have to be tomorrows.
Oh, please, nahiin nahiniiin, don't hold your collective breaths.

Dear Blog,
Eid Mubarak

Saturday

This past Saturday was going really well. Met up with Tits for her last-minute shopping. Met Quasimodo after a long time. We were just 3 gals hitting town, shopping out, giggling maniacally, acting seriously juvenile and all such things that go hand-in-hand with the above scenario. Felt elated at the end of the day for all the good shopping we managed. [More elation at the thought that all the heavy bills would be footed by the parent comapny of said Tits. Yay!]
And so we trudged to Chez Tits, with many, many obscene bags of goodies.

And we were still in mid-grin, when we noticed something on the telly.
Familiar sinking feeling in the abdominal area. Familiar slow-mo sitting down, and sudden silence as we quietly watched the ugliness unfold.
Shiny, happy people out to enjoy 2 of the biggest festivals of their worlds. Having fun times just like we were having that day. And then, in a matter of moments, their lives were turned over, messed up.

News stories about incomprehensible things like this always manage to hit me hard. Oftentimes I'll be sobbing while watching documentaries by BBC [who do a very good job of it]. I'll watch the late night news and go to sleep disturbed and , there's no other word for it, sad. So, of course the Delhi blasts left me upset for the entire night. I was full to overflowing with opinions, anger, disappointment and what-have-you.

And then, just like that, I clean forgot. Got on with life, wot.
And I really find that quite disturbing. On a personal level.
I believe I was seething, raging, fuming, yadda-yadda-yadda on Saturday, when I watched the news streaking in across various channels. Ready to jump up and bellow out at whoever-the-hell-they-thought-they-were.
So, what is this? What's up with my mind? How gross.
That's about it. Now I'm disgusted, so I'll just leave off.

So.

1]Looooooooong weeekend.
2]Happy Diwali. More sound, less light this year round. To be precise, the explosions started at 0547 hrs Tuesday morning. And went on till well past midnight. What larks. Still, if one stuck one's fingers in each ear, and gritted one's teeth, it all looked pretty pretty from the rooftop. So now you know what I did.
3]The Shro has flew away to Geneva on work. My heart aches*.
4]Met frund Thirtha after oh-so-long and it was nice. Same old same old.
5]Slept in late on many days.
6]Grinned and watched as Pinkai sweetly lit up diyas in and around the house.


*To make up for said heartache, I crashed at Shro's place..*lopsided half-grin*

About my last post. I can see people reeling in the streets, not getting it. Smile!Here's the smallish explanation.

My dear crazy Fabida had a beautiful boy express delivered to her by a Stork, the Sunday prior to the one just gone by. She was undecided on a name. THEN, she became decided on a name. That name is YASEEN. And it is a gorgeous name for us Muslims.
To clarify further, Yaseen is the name of one of the chapters in the Holy Quran. That is the link I had put up on the previous post. Or rather, it was the translation of the original Arabic. It is quite stunning in the Arabic, and English, of course, doesn't even come close to capturing anything like its true meaning. Still, there it is.

Hope some brows are unfurrowed.

Named

Hello, mister mister.
I hear you've been established as Yaseen.

That's lovely, mother. Very beautiful.

Here. Do Something.

Febi Bebi

My dearest sweetest Fabida...
God bless, God bless. I was skipping with joy, I was hitting the roof, I was calling up unknown people to say:
Hey!! Hey, you!! My frund from the good older days, my partner in many unspeakables, my madness-equivalent from before I can clearly remember, is now a MOTHER! Can you believe the magic in them few words? The prettiness of everything? The way the colours are all brighter in a "Requiem for a Dream" kind of way?

I'm completely stunned, grinning, and kicked in the extremest.[Ye gods! Not in the 'extremities', in the 'extremest'. There's a world of difference.]
Oh, but I am a happiness.

The Big Day:
Sunday, 23rd September, 2005- circa 1900 hrs, California somewhere.
That would be, let's see, Ramadan 19th/ 20th, Hijri 1426, yes?

Spoke with your Samir the next morning. Could hear him smiling all the way over here.
He says you have a whopper: 4kgs and then some.. Yay!
Tell me fastestly what name you decide upon.

I am going away now. To do a celebratory tribal jig. In some corner where innocent children won't be liable to chance upon such a ghastly sight... We hope.

Vitriol, why not?

What pisses me off is that it has taken less than a month for the entire world and its uncle to forget that there was a terrible terrible quake, along with its aftermath, in Kashmir.

And what pisses me off even more, is that from Day 2 onwards, what was being thrown around in discussions more than relief and assistance packages, was whether the 2 ballsy neighboring factions could use this tragedy to become better friends and smile over coffee someday.

In further pissification news, I spoke with my people back in Kashmir, and even there, no one is really bothered. Bollocks and more.

The first snows have fallen. In any case, post September it always is bloody chilly up in the mountains, whether it's snowy or not. If it's not the snow,
it's cold, painfully cold rain.

And my people have no tents, no blankets, no nothing.

Aww. I hope India and Pakistan can really learn to better understand each other.
I really farking do.

Bumming on the Beach, Plan A

The last week and more has been a little crazy.
More than a little. Breathing space at work was cut down to bare miniminimumunimunum.
Or something.
This week has been so-par-suksex-full.

Am planning on romantic weekend trip with Tits. We have to first settle upon a place,
then cross our t's and dot the i's.
Mins like to say, we have to finalise everything. After we initialise them.

Looks like it's going to be a next Friday eve to following Sunday night thingy.
And we've sort of centred down on Podicherry, as the place to be going for.
Boomsa, shall we make it a cosy threesome?

*bwuahhahaahaha*

Come off, I say.

Afterwards

That's relief packages being chuted down. Tragic doesn't beging to describe things.

Many books

Have received and been floored with books.
The unit of measurement would not be 1,2,3 no.s.
More appropriate to what I received last eve would be in tonnage. To approximate, I think I rceived 14 tonnes of book from Boomsa, sourced from the kindly OldMonk.
Yay, mins!

Thwanxx thwanxx thwanxx.

The Lovely Bones

Bones called me the other night.
And we talked and we talked, and nothing in particular was dicussed,
and everything was said, and in short, it was lovely.
It was a wonderfuls just to hear her.
Love you many, Boneses. See you here swoonest.

PS: Have also started reading book of same name by Alice Sebold, given me by a Boomsa. So par, I have been sukseksfull in louwing it, Hanifi.

Just seeing this brings tears to my eyes... *sniffle*
Six in a row. Yippee.
And that's the way it's done!

Many thanks to Vignesh [via Boomsa] from whose blog I've pilfered
this-funniest-of-all link.

Have a look-see.

Yesterday, being a second Friday [I swear I don't know when the original
First Friday was], there was the thingamajig-gig that always happens at at B'ista.

Li'l Jude sang with siblings. 2 of them, in fact.
She was, and they all were, very brilliant. Superb song selections.
K.D. Lang, and Del Amitri, John Mayer.

Coming back to the siblings.....
Have come away crushed on either/or. Depending on whether the song was
heavily acoustic guitarred, or, on the other hand, heavily electrified.

I swung both ways last night!