Archive | January, 2010

Sir Round Sound

31 Jan

You’d be the delight of an entire cannibal village.

~The Boy, extolling the virtues of my roundness while sneaking in a snuggle.

Me, I’m not impressed.

Know Thy OJ

28 Jan

So 202 posts down the road, I’m suddenly curious. Do you know me at all? Have you stashed away nuggets of trivia that you didn’t realize you knew? Thing is, when I read a blog, it’s hardly ever about the person behind it. If the writing doesn’t hold me, I’m out of there. Funny then that I’m asking you to do precisely what I don’t. Humor me, though. Put it down to Leonine narcissism. (Or my delight at social media.) There, I answered one question already. Head over:

http://urtak.com/u/OJ

Click.

Let’s play.

Hello Doggy

25 Jan

Credits: OJ and her Canon PowerShot SX120 IS. And Dog. Who was patience personified and almost begged to be photographed.

I Do, I Do-I Do-I Do

23 Jan

Like Handel said in the last act of The Messaiah….

~A text the Boy just sent to indicate he’s finally received his new passport. Just for this, I’d marry him.

(The answer, by the way, is Hallelujah.)

Kasa Kai Mumbai

21 Jan

Credits: OJ and her Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.

At the Mumbai Marathon 2010.Yet another reason why I’m a devotee of this city is the relative lack of class barriers in place here. Emphasis on relative, of course. And I’m using other major Indian metros as a reference point.

Kashmir on Fire

19 Jan

Credits: OJ and her brand new Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.

With 10.0 mega pixels, 10X optical zoom and SLR-like features and picture quality, this baby’s semi-pro and I’m drooling. Watch the ‘Shutterbug’ category bloat on this blog, people.

All of My Business

11 Jan

Maids should flaunt their skill sets as “Parsi-trained”. Then they can claim Rs. 200 more.

~The Boy presenting his brainwave of the week while commenting on what he believes is my community’s obsession with all things clean and well-maintained.

(The maid, by the way, has upped the ante and surprises me by moving gas cylinders and swabbing behind them. Could it really be, sweet lord?)