I love books. Have learned them since I learned how to read. Started with Noddy and moved onto Five O'Clock tales and Brer rabbit to Malory Towers, Road Dahl, Chalet School to Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes to...well the list goes on and on.

I confess that at the age of ten I was also so inspired by all the school tales I read - Malory Towers, St. Clare's and especially Chalet School with its cosmospolitan mix of students from all over Europe before WWII, and their concept of designated days of the week for speaking German, French and Italian - that I even tried my hand at writing (actually banging it out on my dad old typewriter) own version of a school girl's tale (first hand) and even managed a few chapters.

Today I enjoy reading - I can't sleep without reading a few pages first. but I do confess that for me reading is an escape. I prefer reading about fairies and the other lands and aliens and history and romance (my alltime favourite) and adventure and mystery human emotions.

Not for me the heavy duty highbrow books of Paulo Coelho (not that I have anything against him) and Arundhati Roy. I don't want to think and exercise my tired brain some more (I think enough and exercise my brains enough at work). I only want to escape from the daily humdrum into the world where the book leads me.

That was one of my deepest and darkest secrets which I have today confessed :)

So I'm back from Cal - had a great time.

So I was getting blouses made for some 3-4 saris and the 'brilliant' made sure he f%$#@&* them all up royally in some way or the other and then refused to even acknowledge that fact, insisting that in a span of 4 days I have put on so much weight, that I don't know how to give measurements, that I don't know how to wear a blouse, that I am deliberately insisting that the blouse does not fit because I have a lack in life....you get the idea.

So does Karan Oberoi think that that the entire TV watching population in India is made of idiots. There is this new serial which has started on Zee called 'Haadsa'. The closest I can get to explain 'Haadsa' would be a tragedy or maybe an unfortunate event. They had these promos all over the channel for the past month or so showing a serial killer, a girl who ends up being the last passenger on a bus with leery conductor, a bomb on a school van. The promos looked really promising....alas looks are sooo deceptive. I eagerly sat down to wtach the first episode - which was soooooo pathetic. These guys seem to get all their word done by coincidence. its just coincidence that these elite task force dudes and dudettes go into a shop to conduct a hunt, and the moment they get there, our Mr. Oberoi picks up one diary which has all the clues written in it, telling them where the drugs are hidden etc etc. And this elite task force is out hunting for some killer creature in a jungle - where their boss dude is all suited booted while one of the dudettes is all decked up i a nice dainty kurti and matching heels. Oh and when they'r hunting for the killer creature, they are all looking simultaneously in one direction leaving their backs all open for attack. Then again in the shop where they are conducting a search, they hear a noise and all of them go running toward the place where they heard it, none of them fan out in different directions. But of course this is a tv serial and all of us are nincompoops so of course we don't realize all this. Mr. Oberoi (he is the producer btw which is why I am harping on him), you really need to get better writers, tighter storylines and script, more believable clothes and a little bit of detective work in there to ensure that the audience does actually believe that you guys constitute an elite task force.

And another funny coincidence was when my Mom and me picked up the same kurta for each other...and also same t-shirt for the hubby. Luckily we saw that in time and changed one of the tees to a nice bright blue one. But we stuck with the same kruta. maybe we can wear it together and be all 'matching - matching' :)

Two Old Friends....
A cricket match....
Shoes to buy....
Meeting after ages....
Raining....
People running on the orad - some from the rain, some for the match....
Two cups of hot chocolate...
Chicken sandwiches....
Chocolate pastries....
Sitting by the window....
Watching the world go by....
Missing the third spoke of our wheel...
Bitching about colleagues...
Concern for a friend cuz we don't quite like her guy....
Venting out our frustrations....

That's what good evenings are made off

So I'm off to Cal for a week from 4th - 11th May people...to enjoy some pampering at home. The hubby is also looking forward to his one week of chutti and plans to break out all the booze and throw a big party where he can invite a bunch of PYTs....


Ha ha...let's see what all he's upto in his one week of freedom