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On Diwali

28 Oct

Tomorrow, we shall make the world a better place.

Today, enjoy your mithai.

Warm wishes for peace and progress,

OJ

Ladies, He’s Available

16 Oct

Here I am, trying to call you to make sure you haven’t drunk yourself into a stupor, and there you are, in the headlines, winning the Booker! Congratulations! Now apartments and women should never be a problem again.

~In an email to our latest Booker winner.

P.S. He is not a drunk. I’m just hysterical.

Announcing….

23 Sep

…..GHATTU!!!

At 8.27 p.m., in a mad rush after being 6 days late, Ghatotkachh B M, red, grimacing and all of 3.5 kilos, made his grand entry into the world.

Mommy J is doing fine, (she looked mighty relieved to me) , Daddy M’s face has split into a permanent grin, Grandmas and Grandpa are delighted in their sweet wise way, Aunty S has threatened to make tandoori kebabs out of him (already) and Aunty OJ has, among other things, tripped over her own feet, jumped until she jiggled and congratulated the gynecologist in her blubbering excitement.

Ghattu, of course, looked mighty pissed at our paparazziness, although we were granted an audience for a whole 3 minutes before he was whisked off for his first bath.

I have GOT to stop wanting to cry. The girl I met at 15 while standing in line to pay Junior College fees is a mommy now. That’s no reason to bawl. Is it?

Oh, and one last thing: those of you who know me personally know how badly I want girls if and when I have babies. After what I’m feeling now, not so much. Just give me an itty bitty cuddly wuddly cutie patootie ball of happy healthy squishyness and I’ll be bowing and scraping heavenward.

To my darling J, congratulations.

To the Lord, thank you for this biggest of birthdays.

To my uterus, shut up and await your turn.

My Oh My…

22 Aug

…so young and yet so famous!

I’m not talking about myself, sillies. ‘Tis the blog.

Piper from over at Sunshine deems it worthy of an award, based on my supposed poetic brilliance. 😳

You’ve made it your life’s mission to embarrass me, haven’t you, girl? 😛

Err, actually, I just learned that the real purpose of the Award is this:

The Brilliant Weblog award is a prize given to sites and blogs that are smart and brilliant both in their content and their design. The purpose of the prize is to promote as many blogs as possible in the blogosphere.

So this is what I get for the meagre 15 posts I’ve scribbled, but hey, do I sound like I’m complaining? :mrgreen:

Much as I’d like to mulishly cling to it like I do my tiramisu, I am honor-bound to give it away, because The Rules of the Award say:

  • When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back.
  • Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.
  • Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with the Brilliant Weblog Award.
  • Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).
  • And then we pass it on!

After much thought and throat-clearing, I’ve decided to tout my blogroll a bit, so here goes:

  1. Grimescene: As honest and entertaining as the man himself, this one was also recently recognized by WordPress as one of the growing blogs of the day. We have something of a mutual admiration society going, him and I.
  2. Anindita Sengupta: The original high priestess of poetry, she won the Toto Funds the Arts Award for Creative Writing in 2008. She is also my editor at UV so I have to say nice things about her. 😉
  3. Calcutta Chromosome: A weblog badge isn’t enough for this man. Somebody institute a Filmfare Encyclopedia Award, please. I am not easily amazed, but his page does it every time.
  4. Blogical Conclusion: I’m not an avid movie-goer. I think you guys know that. Also know that if I do make it to a cinema hall, it is chiefly due to Brangan. Okay, now I’ll run and hide before The Boy finds me.
  5. Ink & Olives: She could be me. Only, she’s not. She scripts my thoughts and ribbon-wraps them with a flourish that makes me applaud. (And imagine how an octopus would salsa.)
  6. Twisted DNA: TD is my perfect man in numerous ways. Geeky, irreverent and politically outrageous. Only, he’s hooked, booked and cooked and I don’t have a thing for green eyes.
  7. Sharanya Manivannan: Rocking the Chennai literary scene, the Venus Flytrap girl makes me occasionally want her life. Until I remember that I live in South Bombay and get hugged at work everyday. I’m applauding, though. Hear me?
  8. Chidiya Udd: Flotsam & Weeds’ art gives me a happy this-is-what-vodka-must-feel-like high. For what my humble opinion is worth, I think she’s immensely talented. And, in another life, or when I have more money (whichever comes first), I’ll be buying it off her.

And that’s that. I’m off to shine my badge. Toodles.

Edited to add: The delightfully insightful Thinking Cramps has chosen to bestow this honor on me again. Thanks, girl. I assure you it’s always the words that have their way with me, not the other way around. 😉

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