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A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I almost didn't watch this movie. Kareena Kapoor, Sonam Kapoor aren't quite the draw for me personally. Add to it, the reviews had been less than stellar and I didn't want to watch a badly made chick-flick when I could use those 2 hours to sleep or read instead...color me pleasantly surprised! Now this movie... Continue Reading →
First question? Why did I watch it and 2) Why am I bothering to review it either? Answers: 1) My kid's school still hasn't opened so am just gasping for things that distract me and we're both (mother and son) tripping on Bom Diggy Diggy song from the movie so why not? 2) I just... Continue Reading →
When I was a child, summer holidays were partly spent at my grandmothers' homes and part of the time was spent in exploring touristy and slightly off-beat destinations in and around wherever my father was posted at the time. Travelling 6-7 hours in 40 degrees plus temperatures (Celsius mind you) without air conditioning in the... Continue Reading →
Let it be noted that if I had to do anything amounting to slightly strenuous physical activity vs being bodily harmed, bodily harm would rule the roost. The most apt description of my gait, run and overall physical movement is quite akin to the drunken hallucination from Dumbo. I kid you not. Red has despaired... Continue Reading →
5 girls met. Talked. Slowly at first and then incessantly. They sat in the last benches of most of their classes. Had some adventures. Loads of giggles, some fights. Went through a bunch of guys. Made other gal pals and 20 years later are still around in a pretty good capacity given that work, home,... Continue Reading →
We don't travel as much as Red or I would like. It's our fault actually...didn't get the offspring used to anything but comfort so the mere thought of zipping along for 7 hours or more to get to someplace he can get to in 3, starts the 'are we there yet' litany and am not... Continue Reading →
Well his character, of Martin something or the other in Sleeping With The Enemy, had it right. There's no reason why things can't be kept in a particular (I mean PROPER) way. Just no reason at all. Barring the fact that Bergin (lovely old stud that he is) did play the role of a psychopath,... Continue Reading →
Over lunch with a friend yesterday I somehow got sidetracked (as am very wont to do) onto an eponym and that got me thinking about lists. Am very nerdy that way. I like going through lists. Not because it's comforting or because holding a list in my hand curbs my tendencies of having to knock... Continue Reading →
The offspring has a new love- IPL. He doesn't really get the mechanics of cricket barring people throwing a ball and someone trying to hit it or get out trying. Those are my genes at play so he can't be held responsible. With IPL, the format is perfect for his attention span and it's livelier,... Continue Reading →
The offspring was an ADORABLE baby. He was plump in the right places without being a mini-sumo and he was always gurgling and drooling away to glory. Didn't cry much and definitely did *not* sleep much either but that's a complaint that'll never get old so we'll keep it for another day, another time. The... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 