Skin glow times are finally here! All the pleasant, windy days are over and I am happy, since I just know scorching times will herald good rains. I hope you have tasted the season’s best mangoes, hapus. Well, to each his/her own, but for me, no less the badshah of mangoes IS hapus. So, what better time than summer?
Worst news we have heard, of how people and officers need to make way when justices are walking through the corridors of justice. All along we have been fooling ourselves thinking we live in a democracy, while we see such feudal mentality. Moreover, a former advocate general was opposed to revealing all information under the Right to Information Act, because they ‘feared’ their information would leak. All this when we see judicial activism and vigilantism, but without accountability.
Now don’t accuse me of speaking of weather, nava-juni, do you even feel it’s that big time for our democracy, when we have to go and assert our fundamental right to vote? The din is killing, right? How is it in your neighbourhood? In our SoBo land, dhoondhtey reh jaoge.
What has Mads done to her face? She is competing with Nitaben, look at those stretched, gora cheeks. Nah, she doesn’t look young at all and in fact, all that plastic actually makes her look like her true age — in her fifties. Yeah, I know she froze her age at 28.
Many missed the fun literary event of an author, the wife of a former top bureaucrat. The chief guest had done his homework and if you knew his meticulous, studied approach when it came to cracking cases, this former top cop’s speech was a lesson for many a learned, literary mind.
And why I feel, the more our government tries to promise the rich fugitives will return, that anda cell will continue to fascinate our viewers and our bheja will be fried but there will be no omelette. The return of fugitives sounds so much like mandir waheen banayenge. By now, the aam janta should have seen through the devious plot. Sure, few will blame it on the weather. But now what to do? Elections are never on a rainy day or a cool, winter day. They have traditionally been on high temp days.
My help, cook and istriwala have been hauling me up, singing give us our Rs 15 lakh rupees, or else, maarega bhaiyya and I’m singing nananana… . Now who told them to believe #Achhedin. Speaking of which, have you seen the meme of the woman whose husband has gone mad believing in achhe din? Hope they show all this on NaMo television, which is another joke. Khee khee khee.
I hope fellow Indians are feeling good with the way Great Britain and Ms May are being showered with strong criticism. I want someone to go to the grave of you-know-who Churchill had slammed India for throwing them out. The slamming articles are such sweet tunes to one’s ears, time people stopped saying, ‘aapro Charles aney aapri raani”!
