At the Insaneguptas'

Where I have spent many vundrefulll hours.

That's Aloka on the left, and Shro [my dorlinggg] on the right.

Titla, you smile like an angel.

(Titter titter. Those Banashankari shades are something else.)

It's a Boy!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: NOAH.

How gorgeous is this? Masha'Allah!
My darling frundship Alisha/Zubin [the A to Z of nomenclature as it were] has had, partnered in crime with her lovely husband Navin, a gorgeous, fabulous, sweetheart of a baby boy who shall be henceforth known as "Noah".
I am a SuperAunt yet again.
Fatty and Chinju, you make me very happy.

Bruno

Our pointer. What a stud. Dripping, even. (Please check out Abba's fine leg in the background.)

And then there were none.

Uh-oh... I think our girls are actually boys. Boomsaaaaa, what do we do, what do we do?

What a stupid question. What is there to do? We'll just have to stop calling them "Ladies".

Amazing Race!!!!

We're going to try to get on it. Woooo hoooo!

(See our application. Click on the title.)

Read additional synopsis here

Here's a beauty from that page: "Pakistan lost the match because of their batting -- their top scorer was extras with 29."

haaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

(Muttering profanities like yenything)



And look at these sweet babes. Awwww.

Haw haw

Well done, Ireland. A wet fish smack in the face of the "champions" Pakistan. Damn them. Growing up being a huge fan, drooling every time Imran Khan deigned to smile, crinkly eyes and all, actual breathing trouble when Wasim and Waqar would clean up the oppositon [and especially when Wasim would smile, glare, stare, huff up, even do nothing, so long as that hot mama was on screen], Saeed Anwar pre- and post- ghastly beard stage, Moin Khan yakking non-stop behind the stumps, "Val done, bvois, val done!", Inzy lazily winning matches, Abdul Razzak being a serious good boy, Saqlain and more recently Danish looking nuts during their bowling and also otherwise, Shahid Berserk Afridi shamelessly losing it more often than not on-field, and hundreds of other tiny, proud memories over the years. And it's all come to this. *Bitter laughter to fade*

Standing ovation to Bangladesh and Ireland. Show them what's what.

In retrospect, we've moved

Meaning, I omitted to inform my vast readership base of 3 people, that Boo and I have moved to newer, more colourful digs.

This was our pretty Dona Maria 202 Cat Corner, but without any cats. You can only ever understand the analogy if you have had the chance to see Boo stretched out at a strange angle by the window with the sun falling on her goofily smiling face. Purrrrrr.

Hello, Cats!

Boo and I have kids now. Please wear full-sleeved pants and protective upper-body clothing when you come to visit us. Our affectionate, wild, nutty chicks have a tendency to endurance test any visible skin. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED......

Down my street one lovely morning.

Hutchins looks lovely in purple.

My two hearts. Frundships. Babes. Boomsa and Tits.

Catch-22

Don't know why I took so long to put this up:
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/8731/

Enjaaai. And for those of you who haven't yet read it, what gives?

Happy Birthday, Mama

That's my mama in a pretty saree, wayyyyy back when. And that extremely stoned item in her arm is me. (I have no excuse for looking the way I look. I'm sorry.)
Hope you have a superb birthday, mater. Have funs, have laughs, have a lot of good fooderies, and have someone give you diamonds. Haw haw.

BBQ Nation pics

And here's what we were doing there.....

Please check out Ozz's mohawk.

Barbecue Nation

A glorious new restaurant that has come up in what I believe is the best area in Bangalore to eat out at: Indiranagar. I mean fine-dining-wise more than your regular Church Street anything-goes kind of place.
Barbecue Nation is located at the very beginning of 100 Feet Road, Indiranagar, when you slide off the flyover from Koramangala. What used to stand there before this has of course disappeared into Oblivion [*wiggling eyebrows* If you know what I mean...].
So anyway. When we got there around tennish, the place was packed. Fortunately, we had made reservations earlier and were immediately taken indoors to the main dining area. There is outdoor seating as well as terrace dining, so you can take your pick.
This is how it works: There is a fixed price of Rs. 400/- per head. The fare includes five veg plus five non-veg starters. And a huge buffet after that.
Here is the best part. A lighted gril, coals and all, is placed/inserted into the centre of your table. The starters are brought to you at your table on skewers, and you have to barbecue them yourselves to your liking. Provided alongside the barbecue is a tray of suaces and basting brushes. You can go wild and have a lot of fun while cooking your own meal. In addition to the starters, included in this fixed price deal is a fantastic buffet spread of salads, soup, main course and dessert.
The service is splendid with sweet, friendly waiters bustling about and waiting to help.
Drinks come extra and ther's a nice selction to choose from.
I enjoyed the starters so much, I had no appetite left for main course AND dessert, so I opted for dessert, of course. For the rest who had a little of the main course, freshly baked, hot steaming naans and rotis were brought to our table as ordered.

It was lovely, lovely, lovely.
The interiors were done up very well with comfortable wooden seating, cushions and warm lighting.
I think I have found my favorite eating out place in Bangalore. Yay!!!

I'm baaaack

Of course, after all this while, I know this becomes a sort of Notes to Myself business. But anyway, I am. So there.

Yasin the Software Geek

My Febi's bundle of joy. [And mine, and mine!] Yasin all of 14 months, very busy with his father's laptop..and very focussed too.

Quick-Fix!!!!

Quick acknowledgement in the face of scary accusations of plagiarism:

The credit for title of previous post "Post party-um Depression", must be duly shared with one Giggly Items whose beautilful blog is linked on the right.
It has taken offence that I have passed it off as mine without so much as a blink. Well, well, well. I am blinking like anything. Like Bertie, in fact. I have no qualms in admitting that great minds think alike and that, in our case, dearest Giggles, even at the exact same time. Mooahahaha.

Guess we'll have to mud-wrestle to decide this one.
On that optimistic note, have a supaar weekends. Ta!

Post party-um depression

My dearest Tits and Jakkur Jazz,
It was wonderful and am gladdest for you rascals. Yay! Joy! My cups runneth over! Let the madness nevvver, evvver cease. For shuvvvvar.

Aw, Mithai-di, we miss you like anything. It was insanely nice meeting you and the rest of the loonies. Except that now, and for a month on at least or till my next PMS, whichever kicks in first, I'll be in a blue funk. [And when i say blue, I DO NOT MEAN PORNOGRAPHIC. Lillah!]
A beedi will never be looked at in the same off-hand, perfunctory way again. No other nape will ever be looked at, period. Sniffle.

Boomsa went back to Monarch's last night and stole your bedsheets, just so you know.

Come off, fast fastly. In the meanwhile, I'll make a preparatory trip to Blush.... Rrrrrrrr.

So long, maestro.

You have given us great joy.
Tashkor, Hrishida.