Because:
1). People are actually leaving their money to dogs. I'm just suprised they didn't build a grand mausoleum..ala the Taj Mahal, for the dead dog. People are far too vela and far too rich for their own good.
2). Steve Bucknor is still officiating in International cricket. The man is past it. Today's nick was atrociously loud. Deaf, senile Bucknor is testament to the poor standard of international umpiring. Usko nikalo yaar!
3). There is this shop called Tulsi in Tulsibag. Has everything under the sun. I've never been there, asked for something, and not gotten it. There is this ruthless efficiency coupled with general joie-de-vivre which makes me enjoy shopping in this place, inspite of the mad rush. Crazy thing is..no computer. No computer for the 546,846 things he stocks. Its all catalogued in the owner's head. Makes we wonder about what would happen if I went to a Shop and Stop in the US, and there's no computer. The pimply 16 year old who mans the checkout counter would probably have a panic attack.
Speaking of Tulsi, the owner is actually a classmate of a cousin of mine. They studied together till Class 8 or some such thing. Cousin stayed in touch with him, and went to visit him several years ago. Owner and cousin are chatting at his huge, plush 6000 square foot home. Owner's wife emerges with Tea. Owner introduces her to cousin saying: "This is the wife!" I kid you not. He said, "This is the wife." Like..this is the coffee table. Poor woman. To be "the wife". Cousin swallowed his mirth and his tea, before hastily leaving so he could laugh his heart out.
Anyway, by sneakily referring to this distant connection(she is attya to cousin who schooled with him) while paying the bill, my mom managed to wrangle a 150 Rs. discount from him today. No mean feat, I think.
4). There is a phrase in Tamizh for a person like me. It goes: Yemanda shonagiri. Loose translation: Loser! There's a reason why I'm affectionately (I assume!) referred to as "Gullible Bubble" in close family circles. The Lukkha wanted an ice-cream from the Kavre store in Tulsibaug. Being a good sister, and seeing as how he was laden with bags, I obliged. 2 minutes later he says..taste it..it doesn't taste like Chocolate..more like butterscotch. So, I take it from him and give it a lick. I pronounce it to be chocolate, and try to give it back.
Lukkha says: I don't like it. You can have it.
Me: But I don't want it.
Lukkha: Too bad. Its in your hand and I'm not taking it back. He has the gall to coolly walk away.
Me: Standing in the middle of Tulsibaug with an ice-cream that I don't want, feeling hard done by. I can't even throw it away. (lack of trash can + misplaced civic sense)
As usual, its Amma to the rescue. She finishes the orphaned ice-cream, ticks off errant lukkha, and soothes my rather frazzled feelings in about 3 minutes. The only reason this world stays sane: Moms.
1). People are actually leaving their money to dogs. I'm just suprised they didn't build a grand mausoleum..ala the Taj Mahal, for the dead dog. People are far too vela and far too rich for their own good.
2). Steve Bucknor is still officiating in International cricket. The man is past it. Today's nick was atrociously loud. Deaf, senile Bucknor is testament to the poor standard of international umpiring. Usko nikalo yaar!
3). There is this shop called Tulsi in Tulsibag. Has everything under the sun. I've never been there, asked for something, and not gotten it. There is this ruthless efficiency coupled with general joie-de-vivre which makes me enjoy shopping in this place, inspite of the mad rush. Crazy thing is..no computer. No computer for the 546,846 things he stocks. Its all catalogued in the owner's head. Makes we wonder about what would happen if I went to a Shop and Stop in the US, and there's no computer. The pimply 16 year old who mans the checkout counter would probably have a panic attack.
Speaking of Tulsi, the owner is actually a classmate of a cousin of mine. They studied together till Class 8 or some such thing. Cousin stayed in touch with him, and went to visit him several years ago. Owner and cousin are chatting at his huge, plush 6000 square foot home. Owner's wife emerges with Tea. Owner introduces her to cousin saying: "This is the wife!" I kid you not. He said, "This is the wife." Like..this is the coffee table. Poor woman. To be "the wife". Cousin swallowed his mirth and his tea, before hastily leaving so he could laugh his heart out.
Anyway, by sneakily referring to this distant connection(she is attya to cousin who schooled with him) while paying the bill, my mom managed to wrangle a 150 Rs. discount from him today. No mean feat, I think.
4). There is a phrase in Tamizh for a person like me. It goes: Yemanda shonagiri. Loose translation: Loser! There's a reason why I'm affectionately (I assume!) referred to as "Gullible Bubble" in close family circles. The Lukkha wanted an ice-cream from the Kavre store in Tulsibaug. Being a good sister, and seeing as how he was laden with bags, I obliged. 2 minutes later he says..taste it..it doesn't taste like Chocolate..more like butterscotch. So, I take it from him and give it a lick. I pronounce it to be chocolate, and try to give it back.
Lukkha says: I don't like it. You can have it.
Me: But I don't want it.
Lukkha: Too bad. Its in your hand and I'm not taking it back. He has the gall to coolly walk away.
Me: Standing in the middle of Tulsibaug with an ice-cream that I don't want, feeling hard done by. I can't even throw it away. (lack of trash can + misplaced civic sense)
As usual, its Amma to the rescue. She finishes the orphaned ice-cream, ticks off errant lukkha, and soothes my rather frazzled feelings in about 3 minutes. The only reason this world stays sane: Moms.
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