I have been taken in, sucked in, flabbergasted by this voyeur of a show called Bigg Boss (Yes, they are numerologically devout).

What first comes across as  an overdose of mammies (Claudia, Shamita Shetty and Sherlyn) quickly settles down into an hour of bitching session. Barring doctor (Read Aditi Govitrikar) and a matronly looking Poonam Dhillon and a fallen from grace music director (Ismail Darbar quoting a bemused smirk throughout), it is a free for all for everyone sniping about everyone in the house except selves.

And boy, we lap it. The audience is as comfortable as Bakhtiyar is with Claudia in the pool and as uncomfortable we are with Rohit Verma (wannable fashion designer) as Bakhtiyar (once again!) is with his wife (Tanaaz).

Do catch it, it’s on the newly crowned champ, Colors y at 9p and tonight (Friday) it has Amitabh playing a pseudo pop philosopher. Frankly, this gentleman needs a revamp. Don’t retire for we do appreciate your mediocrity too but do come up with something else, mate.

Was at a quiz yesterday. They say quizzing is like sex or cycling if I were to take an euphemism. One only gets better with practice. Anyways lest I digress, here’s the lowdown.

The quiz was good. Prelims were ‘workoutable’ and the finals were even steven. Everything was going good for an early Sunday afternoon quiz. Until…

A ferocious, far from evolved human who had plonked himself behind me, decided to chatter his way through the quiz. Despite repeated requests to hush down for the sake of catching on to the ever so nuanced questions of Dhananjay, he decided to amp up his wattage. Finally noticing my apparent discomfort (there is a brain after all), he proceeded to grab my shoulder and turning me around, literally, and sporting a what’s-your-problem gaze has the cheek to say, “You are rude”.

 Thankfully the quiz got over without any further interruptions. Whilst sliding back into the seat and stretching my legs a bit, after the quiz, I notice this Neanderthal still gazing at me and lo!, he shoves his claw forward and mutters a pre-mature ejaculation “You were rude”. Thus done, and with a final look around he scampers off to his next perch. Guess it takes more than an evolution to make one civil.

On another note and giving in to the fervent appeals of my team-mate I have decided to post my Jaldi Five beginning my next post. Watch this space….

How juicy can the feeling of revenge be? Always thought Death was the ultimate truth and issue , staring right back and everything else pales into comparison.

But being kicked in the nuts and then hauled over coals can be quite as how a stiff upper lip would put it, disconcerting. Personal turmoil apart, the screaming and the angst whilst going through a separation brings out quite the surgeon in one. Oh, of course, minus the anaesthesia..

Only mine was hotter. Now, I know how a coffee bean feels like. Hauled over the coals for a drop in revenue, I knew I had it coming but this was akin to a burning coal being inserted ever so gingerly into the business end of early morning ritual and then shoving the entire bed of coals. Not pleasant but also not something that will go away soon.

Just picked up a read which seems promising but disappointed to know that it is fourth of a well known series (dunno who is going to sell the other three). Current read: The Raj Quartet. Current Watch: Swimming Pool (Charlotte Rampling is searing hot).

This has to be the classic case of too much too soon. Just this morning I was speculating who would be bagging the all important Nobel Peace Prize and lo behold, the committee goes and gives to Mr. Change himself. He isn’t exactly winning brownie points for his healthcare and economy resuscitation programs and the committee gives him a big PR boost. Well what can one say…

Herta Mueller wins the Nobel Prize for Literature. The other one up for grabs is the one for Peace. All the likely candidates have been exhausted. Who will it be, this time? Hunger / Poverty / Environment have all had their turn. Why not AIDS?

Times of India in its sister weblication, iDiva, has an eye catching moment:

Sperm, grapefruit slow ageing!

Still believe they should have worded it differently? I am with you, mate…

Phew what a week it has been. The Booker Prize has been announced and our Jnanpith winner has been ignored, again. Champions League T20 gets underway and eveyone forgets the Champions Trophy. Bigg Boss 3 is on and out goes Pati Patni aur Woh. What a pity, for I thought this show had controversy potential. It did find its feet in controversy-land but slipped due to its infantile formatting.

Floods in Andhra have receded and so have the rains in Bombay. Karan bows before Raj Thackeray and so does Nokia before Samsung in touch screen phones. Ponting is back and so is Shane Watson. Rakhi is back and so is her mom. Resembling a ripe fruit before its final slicing, Rakhi’s mum grumbles her way through prayer and absorbs take it or leave itadvice from her housemate, Poonam Dhillon which is quite hilarious.

On the domestic front, wifey has been a bit chirpy lately. Her mom-in-law has come and gone and her grace marks have shot up like the aamchi Sensex. Methinks, would need to draw out a bit more cash as usual over the weekend. Recession, anyone?

Sitting here and breathing the rasogulla coated air of the Kolkatta airpot and looking at babies bawling their tops off, makes me realize this is what the end of a honeymoon looks like? Wish I could ask my friends in online space (oh come on, they are named likewise) i.e. Obama, Indira Nooyi, Manmohan Singh et al. Would really love to know from their own mouths how exactly one does swallow the bitter end of a sugar coated pill. Parallels to my marriage too. Got to go folks, much dirty linen to wash in private…

That’s what marriage does to you. It grounds and brings you back to Mother Earth with a thud! I have been pre-warned / forewarned and warned about blogging. Now that the ear has gone a Mont Blanc- red what with the twisting et al., mon ami have come back to blog terrain and have made a late year resolution to do a few a week and then let’s see…

Am trying to get myself back to the gym. Have the body of a 30-year-old  but the back has fossilized. It refused to accompany its fellow brethren body parts to their natural active state. It’s frozen. A dozen Combiflams haven’t helped nor has the bed which is as hard as a newly married groom.  I can sit erect (there I go again) and I can walk but when it comes to my beloved running, the back does a Left.

Would surely welcome some tips and in the meantime would love to implement Dr. Watsa’s advice. If it hurts, CHANGE POSITION…..

It’s been self-revelatory and more than that, some much needed time off with the wifey (wish it was away from her, ouch:). She proposes and I just can’t afford to dispose. Either ways, it will give me something to write about and also would brighten this long forgotten blog visually. Off-season bah!! anything but….