Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
15..err...4 seconds of fame!
As I threw on some old jeans and a sweater (sans shower) at 7 am on Sunday morning..little did I realise that I would be making my television debut a few hours later!
As Bhajji got out and Srilanka started warming up with the bat, I was busy having an animated conversation with dad and Akshay in the pavilion of Ferozshah Kotla cricket ground. When suddenly I saw my face on the huge screen. Surprise was followed by an embarassed laugh (I swear I looked like a hyena) and then she came out - the drama queen within - and I found myself blowing kisses to the camera!
I'm told that Arun Lall the commentator made inappropriate sounds as my wet kisses slobbered all over national television. Hee.
As Bhajji got out and Srilanka started warming up with the bat, I was busy having an animated conversation with dad and Akshay in the pavilion of Ferozshah Kotla cricket ground. When suddenly I saw my face on the huge screen. Surprise was followed by an embarassed laugh (I swear I looked like a hyena) and then she came out - the drama queen within - and I found myself blowing kisses to the camera!
I'm told that Arun Lall the commentator made inappropriate sounds as my wet kisses slobbered all over national television. Hee.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Daag acche hain?????????
My foot!! or rather..My leg!!
The smelly, oily and looooooooooong stain on my trousers (knee till toe) is ANYTHING but accha.
I wanna kick some ass with smelly oily leg.
my own - for spilling the oil. kisna's - for making the bharta with so much ghee. those bloody surf assholes for the idiotic/annoying/trying-to-be-cute ad.
aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh
The smelly, oily and looooooooooong stain on my trousers (knee till toe) is ANYTHING but accha.
I wanna kick some ass with smelly oily leg.
my own - for spilling the oil. kisna's - for making the bharta with so much ghee. those bloody surf assholes for the idiotic/annoying/trying-to-be-cute ad.
aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
The root of the problem
Just came across a site on "the importance of money" and realised that the trouble begins very early.
Teaching Children the Importance of Money. By Michael G. Peterson:
"Children seem to be born with an insatiable desire to spend. Whether it’s Christmas, birthday parties, or a trip to the local mall, children are never too shy when it comes to vocalizing their wants. And sometimes, they’re relentless."
I'm not interested in what the paragraph says (it actually does get into what the author wants to say). It's the title that interests me. In our endeavour to teach children the importance of money, we do exactly that - we teach them how important it is and we must makes loads of it to be happy. Sad.
Teaching Children the Importance of Money. By Michael G. Peterson:
"Children seem to be born with an insatiable desire to spend. Whether it’s Christmas, birthday parties, or a trip to the local mall, children are never too shy when it comes to vocalizing their wants. And sometimes, they’re relentless."
I'm not interested in what the paragraph says (it actually does get into what the author wants to say). It's the title that interests me. In our endeavour to teach children the importance of money, we do exactly that - we teach them how important it is and we must makes loads of it to be happy. Sad.


