A tribute to Priyanka Rai

I first thought i could just pull out stuff from the Testimonial I wrote for her orkut and put it here, but that would not do Ms Pinku (the pet name she's fondly called by my mummy and my mummy's mummy - though she looks far from being anything close to a "pinku") justice. So i've decided to incorporate only a few parts of it here.

At some point or the other... every one's life takes a turn, some for the better and, well, some for the not so better. On 6th November 1984 mine took a turn and let me not divulge immediately what kind of turn my life took. I'll let you decide for yourself...

Being the first grandchild in the Rai family, there was a certain position I enjoyed... that of being the most pampered one! And as far i know, i did justice to my role and took the job of being spoilt very seriously. Some 2 yrs later along came Shweta, but she was no match for my charm n charisma... but 3 yrs after that along came Priyanka... and the equation suddenly changed. True she did a good job of looking cute and adorable... yeah alright a 'GREAT' job, and such a great job that even i started falling under her spell...

A little bit about my dear cousin priyanka... fondly known as pinki... pinku... her royal chubbiness...etc etc.

Her true passion apart from fluttering her nostrils… digging her nose… saying she is fat... being sloppy and dropping things all over herself (it started with her dropping boiling hot tea on herself on her first birthday) and around her… is COMPLAINING… She is the original cribber and the rest of us pale in comparison.

Being the eldest and it being my moral duty… I tried training her on the same lines as I did shweta… but alas… there is ONE bad fruit in every family… and our family has a basketful.
The biggest cry baby (after Shweta) that the world has seen…she I think could cry about everything… including a hanky left behind by Shweta.

I LOUVE YOU PINKULI...

PS. I eventually just put in the Orkut. Laziness got the better of me...

Once upon a time...

... in a tiny little village, there lived a girl and her name was suhaya. She had the attention span of a goldfish in a bowl. One day she decided to start posting blogs and it started out really well, but obviously as the days went by and a couple of blogs later, she lost interest.


And after 6 months when she finally decided to write a little blog, everyone in the village wondered what spurred on this interest??? Well... it so happened that she was peacefully going through her daily mails and happened to come across a certain mail from a certain well wisher, who put it very eloquently... - Why have you stopped writing... So she decided to get her scroll and put ink to paper.

But she managed to put this bit of writing and lost interest again. It took another 2 months again for her to resume... by which time the villagers had lost interest!!!

A Historical moment...

A special mention today, of Nikhil Kapur… not K-A-P-O-O-R but K-A-P-U-R. For the first time ever… in the History of “Nikhil Kapur knowing Suhaya Bhandary-Tandon” has he said something nice about me. Of course unlike his wife…he didn’t make the snide remark that – “u dont look like the kinds who can write well...but u do” – these are her exact words… I have a MSN Chat History to back it up. By the way the "her" is Monica “Smarty pants” Bhatia Kapur (With a U not 2 O’s). I have therefore decided to document it so that it may go down in the pages of history as one of those very very rare events where Nikhil Kapur is nice.

PS. Did I say Monica “Smarty pants” Bhatia Kapur... i meant Monica“Smart” Bhatia Kapur. I definitely deserve the juttis now!!!

3 posts in a single day… and it’s a new world record!!!

Today happens to be the day my husband was born… well not exactly today… 28 years ago today. Anyway… to celebrate the day he was born, 28 years ago (incidently, he was born on a thursday), I decided to take him for lunch (for which he paid because it’s the end of the month and he doesn't pay me enough to last till the end of the month) to Chor Bizarre (recommended by Tarang). And we were not disappointed; the food was out of this world, the Nehari Gosht combined with Ulte Tawe ka Parantha was heavenly, the ambience was very nice and had a very Old Delhi look to it.

All and all a great dining experience, that is, until we were very rudely interrupted by an unwanted guest – A Cockroach. After which I pretty much lost my appetite, but my husband continued to enjoy his lunch, even taking the piece of "gosht" that I had refused to eat after catching a glimpse of our “friendly neighborhood bug”.

But to be fair, this is probably 1 in a millionth time that there was a cockroach walking on a table at Chor Bizarre (as my husband pointed out to me); unfortunately it was walking on my table and I’d have expected a restaurant with a repute like Chor Bizarre to maintain a certain level of hygiene.

Ranting and Raving - Part II

Some chap...one of those profound thought provoking writers or philosophers said that when you really want something to happen the entire world conspires to help you make it happen (I heard it from Anand Patkar though).
I myself believe in exactly the opposite... that the entire world conspires to make you "fat"

boy am i cheezed off...

... may be the title should have been - hopping mad. Would have probably sounded exactly how I have been feeling for the past couple of days... I'm so pissed I could slap a couple of PILs around the place. I mean if you can have a PIL against Richard Gere and Shilpa Shetty or MF Hussain or Mohan the relatively unknown painter before and now a prominent one... then I can definitely file a PIL against half the bloody country. Starting from the jerk who chucks cans out of his car onto the road while driving, to the dirty old men in government offices who would rather stare at your boobs while talking than at your face, to the people driving cars with CD registration, who will obey each and every rule in their own country but when they are in India they'll park the car in the middle of the road or almost run you off the road, to the cops who stare at you as if you are naked even if you're clothed from head to toe to the rioters who damage buses and other public property that I have slogged my butt off and paid for (I'm a tax payer you see)… to the supposed moral police who think they must file a PIL against film stars and celebrities, when they could be questioning the condition of the roads... of education... of the safety of women... of water supply in villages... At least my PILs would have some semblance of sanity

Oh by the way… kudos to Nanda for training other prisoners in the jail where he has been for the last 7 years, in business and teaching them how they could start up their own small businesses… so PIL me…

Ranting and Raving over...

... my mommy coolest...

Well she is!!! And I say so!!! Anyone who says otherwise will have to take on Shweta – the not so important second child and me – her first born and the spring in her stride…

She doesn't look a day over 32 (That’s the age at which she'll be for me for ever)...and by the energy with which she does things...I don't think she IS over 32. She can take on Shweta (the not so important second child) and me (the first born and the light of her life) and beat us hands down at anything. The most work we do around the house is taking the food from the plate into our mouths... and we still feel like that’s a lot of work. I honestly think she has this stash of energy drink stocked up somewhere... how else is it humanly possible to deal with 2 hooligans (her husband and the not so important second child) and look fresh as a flower at anytime of the day.

The most comforting place in the world is my mommy's cupboard. I just stick my head in and lie on a bunch of her sarees and soak in the "Harini" aroma. It is the most reassuring whiff of fragrance ever. She probably wonders why her clothes are all bunched up and crushed every time I’m visiting. Never ever… not even while she is sweating away in the kitchen doesn’t she smell of anything but “Harini aroma”…which is the nicest smell ever.

To me…at any age…even when I’m eighty… I can curl my arms and legs around her and sleep peacefully...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY AMMA

The trials and tribulations of an aspiring MBA

I'm not talking from experience... because i pretty much sailed through the entire process of written test/GD/Interview/2 yrs of academics (cough...cough).

To set things straight... I didn't sail through the above because of my brilliance or anything... i was just unbelievably lucky... What else would you call someone who makes it through the written exam despite closing her eyes and pointing her pencil onto the paper to chose the right answers...or someone who made an elaborate sketch of a beach in Mangalore on the answer sheet... which included coconut trees with coconuts intact. Who else would go through a 1 hr interview for summer placements...completely confuse the interviewer and still get placed...

Anyway... we're digressing... Life isn't exactly easy... first you need to look for a place to stay and hope and pray that the people you end up staying with, are not related to pigs or kleptomaniacs or at the very least psychopathic murderers. You end up with one or the other kind anyway... Not that I'm calling you guys any of the above - Sanjukta and Vidya.

Then there's the stress of keeping up with the rest of the batch...doing the presentations impressively...submitting reports...passing exams. And thanks to the bloody relative scoring, the results are more often than not... quite a dampner.

I'm not even going to get into the Placement Week... the killer of all weeks

... and i've lost interest in this blog...so tata now

...and i win!!!

For the first time ever...in my whole life...i have won something and no less than on the radio - 2 tickets for the Spiderman 3 movie... How cool is that??? Very!!!

Ok...thats my blog for the moment... Apart from the fact that RJ Pratap thought i speak really well...ahem...ahem

Nagraj aur Thodanga ki mauth

According to my very venerable husband...if you've not read the Nagraj series of comics as a child...your childhood have been a complete and utter waste...so be damned Little Women and Charlie and the Chocolate factory and The Emperors New Clothes (which incidently is the first book i ever read.. not because i could read... but because i learnt it by heart...thanks my cousin Pavana who is a year older and had just learnt to read and she took it upon herself..and felt it was her moral duty to teach me to read...with an iron fist- quite literally) and so on and so forth. Though i think the Marvel comic series are in the same league (NOT)

Not straying too much into the horrors of my childhood and getting back to Nagraj Comics I did go to the website of Nagraj comics... (yes it exists and there are member also)... I figured that Nagraj or Raj (as he is fondly know as in his mortal guise) is a cross between Superman (Raj the "alter ego" is a shy Public relations officer of Bharti Communications... who is afraid of...hold you breath... snakes) and Spiderman (he shoots snakes from his wrist. Not having read the book myself..my knowledge sadly is from the website...but i have been promised 1 book...so til then..i'll refrain from commenting.

By the way..for any interested party...the website is called http://www.rajcomics.com/HERO_OF_RAJ_COMICS/NAGRAJ/NAGRAJ.HTM.

Till then...tally ho...

My blog for the very first time...

Having experimented with blogs in the past...and failed miserably... i try my hand at it yet again. Lets hope i fair a little bit better this time...

Wow!!! A complete blank...after the writing the last sentence...i went a complete blank...cudn't think of a single thing to say....(most of the people i know would say its a pretty routine thing to happen to me...) Could this be the reason my previous blogs failed.... hmmmm (the great mystery unfolds)