Chithi gulo shob rakha ache

Foreword: this isn't a churn email in corporate language. Churn emails:- When your consumer responds back to an email you sent them. This is a letter from a sister to her brother...

Cut 1: Da's email. Shudur Dubai

Cut 2: One of Delhi's nondescript sidewalks for a taste of roadside
coolfi...how I wish this baul mone of mine could experience the nuances of life like the two in love (elderly) couples tucked away in some posh restaurant in Dubai--wishful thinking has always been my forte. It's wishful thinking still on the sidewalks of Delhi.

Be it with a clumsy MBA eating 'Tepanyaki (the dish was as yuck as
it sounds) or a wannabe Casanova playing lawn tennis in pristine white
sports gear. Or it could be the traditional Bengali babu from a
'bonedi bari' in south Kolkata. In the meanwhile, a geek from mars, a good for nothing
reveler, bhabagure part two. Hope fails to hold fort. Yes
it does. Sweet words of a Da calling out from shudur Dubai, moreover
he's travelling to Egypt for a holiday (did I tell you Egypt is on
my list too) that's inspiration enough. Happy Anniversary Da, a
little late nonetheless packaged with the affection.

The chithir adanprodaan is awesome-so don't you stop your surprising
chithis...remember your sister is waiting for the next update
already...

Just got up

Saturday mornings.
TGIF blues.
Laundry overflowing (for all those without bai-s, you'll know what I mean)
Grocery waiting to be cooked.
Kitchen sink overflowing. The kabadiwala giving me a rather gawky look. (Ok, this post is about convincing myself that life isn't that bad). Still haven't wished death on myself. What man? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarg!!!!!

Seriously.

Here you are wondering, if this blogpost is about the rantings of a demented corporate. Make no mistake. It is. Being a singleton in sector chappan ain't easy, especially when you have to manoevour your way to Hudda market through the 'jhari' thus popularized by Abhijit.

What with the frequent 'launda' wearing caps at 7hr, like Himesh Reshamiya needed any more competition. Actually, it's time he got a throat checkup done with his trebellish 'main tere ghar mein roti dekhna chahta hoon' type dialogues in Saregama.

Get a life. My chai is ready with some 'adrak' and 'elaichi.'