A little knowledge is a *VERY* dangerous thing..

So my well-rounded (pun unintended!!) bro directs me to the MedPage Today website for some relevant information and I start doing my own little surfing around to it and I chance upon this which causes a whole lot of grief.. Lemme explain hon - this is how it started.. It was 3pm and the sun was doing its jig in full glory.. Hot, humid, sunny and Silly was done with his nap.. Of course, whats surprising, the kid has made it his aim in life to be an oddity (wonder where he gets it from hmm.. ;-) ) So I take him downstairs to maybe play in the pit (foolish that I am) or maybe even check out the pool's hygiene level for the day..

But lo n behold and some outrageously insane parents sent their even zanier kids down to play a game of cricket.. Some 6 boys between the ages of 5-9.. I asked them if Silly could pitch in.. As a fielder or bowler of course and they said OK and had him under their protective cootchie cooing wings (whats wrong with the boys of today and being in touch with their blasted feminine side from such a young age!!) Silly was of course milking all the attention and the cheek pulling and the awwwhs generated by the crowd of boys.. I offered to bring his bat and ball so he could do his hockey thing on the side when they wanted to actually work at the game.. By the time I came back the crowd of 7-9 yr olds reduced.. And we was left with a group of 4.. I was asked to bowl fast ones, slow ones (Im quite like Rimii's character in Hat Trick as far as cricket is concerned :-( ) which I did and of course as should be the witness of the momentous day that I partook in a lousy sport as this my favorite pair of CK jeans no less, ripped at the knees.. I ain't no biker chick and neither Im in the ultra chic crowd of havin ripped jeans which to me is baseless 'fashion' if that in the first case.. But we played for a good hour after that..

And since that day I have taken Silly swimming religiously everyday to avoid anymore 'wardrobe malfunctions'.. After last year, the media inundating the news with the term to the hilt I began to miss it thus the usage.. I'm fascinated with the answer to my constant thought - Silly has the fear of God (he's successfully potty trained - YEAY!!!) so he asks to step out when he needs to take a leak but how many 'classy and cultured' adults step out to do the job? I mean its like "Oh of course I don't have any gas to pass!" when something smells rancid around but I've seen them squirm and let their face blush trying to suppress the body's melody of brief percussion-al sounds!! But that's a side note..

Have you heard the song Barfaan - The Blue Umbrella - Amazing piece of work quite unlike the current crop of masala movies :-( Horrid, horrid.. Every one can easily be classified into my list of crappy movies.. Why does that list need to be over-populated all at one go? :-( The only saving grace they have some peppy numbers that Fever - 104 FM play constantly.. Just the other day I was listening to Breathless by The Corrs and I was actually unadulterated happy for a good 5 minutes despite the current spate of events - A/C malfunction againnnn, TV not being repaired despite 2 months of trying to procure some IC* part, Hum India shifting location to this godforsaken hellhole where traffic is obscene, maid having gone to the village for 3 days, Amzi refusing to eat parval ki bhaji (I have to get into this in a later blog!!), Celina Jaitley being the worst thing in Shaka Laka Boom Boom with even her assets jiggling with bad skin and worse make up..

I went to Udaipur.. Prices are so reasonable in the pind!! I've decided I'm marrying whatever Maharana and moving there.. Even Silly's horse was a healthy tagda munda of course nothing like the Arabian steed but a robust one nonetheless.. We saw the puppet show, did a few matha tek's, Silly took over Dad's negotiations when the poor sub-contractors were peeing their pants while Dad kept deleting the zeroes from their figures and my baby actually steered the boat (I doano the classification further than a canoe/motorboat/yacht.. Nauticals aren't my forte ?!) And we got the evening glimpse of The Lake Palace and its marble glistening and all I could hear was Rabbi's Tere Bin echoing in my ears..

In any case I've made a pran - somehow I've gotta lose weight.. I mean hello Adnan Sami lost over 104kgs without any sharp instruments making oscillatory movements on his fat so I have NO excuse.. Im gonna join CLAY for some aerobic shit (Oh hell - leotards and women comparin chest and ass sizes :-( ) and Silly is gonna indulge in breaking what will hopefully be somebody else's acquired goods and Im praying it'd be some pretty little twit with a perky nose and perfect hourglass figure who'd be the victim this time.. Or even one of those young musky perfumed rugged biker guys with no studs just loadsa attitude and a mindblowing haircut.. I'm tired of being Yashoda to the peers.. I need some eye-candy ;-) (Before you j2c i.e, jump to conclusions, I *only* swing in Amzi's direction!!)