I’ve been bitten by the ‘Tag You’re It’ bug too!! Kind courtesy: The one and only Bhai of blogworld. Our dear Hitchy! The Rules: 1. You must post the rules! 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged. 3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post. 4. Let them know you’ve tagged them. Here are the questions Hitchy asked, with my answers embedded. 1.) If you could have any superpower, what would it be ? Imagine ! >> To make anyone … Continue reading Tag you’re it!
To all the ‘innocent folks’ who landed on this page, googling ‘desi girls’ or ‘nonsense’ – you’d be disappointed, so close the window right away. So my friends, a very boring wordy Wednesday, this. Spotted this ‘appertisement‘ on a local bus last week, and thought the model looked really really familiar! And hey! It was our very own Genelia 🙂 I loved the cute characters she played in the Sachin and Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na. Seen it? Seen it? Isn’t that sweet? Wouldn’t we love to see more Indian actors and actresses in advertisements abroad, even if it was only for Dabur Vatika!!! Except … Continue reading Wordy Wday – Desi girls and some non-sense
This post has been published by me as a team member of Tiger Trails Team for the SUPER 4 round of Bloggers Premier League (BPL) – The first ever unique, elite team blogging event in the history of blogging world. To catch the BPL action and also be part of future editions and other contests, visit and register at Cafe GingerChai . . .. The first call was at 4:00 am. Within an hour, every reporter worth his salt had arrived. The chief doctor emerged, nervous. ‘Sir, this is BREAKING NEWS?’ ‘Matter of national importance…..’ ‘….Our right to information’ ‘Do … Continue reading Breaking news again – 55er
Every time I see the Promos for the film ‘Paa‘, I think of how strange it would be if my Grandfather were alive. For some unknown reason, Auro reminds me of the GrandPaa I never had. He died before I was even born. [Pic courtesy Sulekha dot com] My only memory of him are fragments of a story I’d heard somewhere, sometime (from my Grandmother, perhaps). That he was on the battlefield, and was severely hurt, along with a friend. And whilst they lay there to die, he felt thirsty, and managed somehow, to find a bottle of water. Just … Continue reading My dead grandPaa (part-fiction, part-rant)