Blue who? Happenings in the new year...

We brought in the new year watching the Dark Knight in IMAX. Late night show... i will skip right to arjun's verdict. The guy actually stayed awake through the movie and even discussed it for about an hour into the new year!!!

I thought it was quite good especially since the previous movie i watched in a theatre was something called 'Dostana' Nobody and i really mean nobody told me how absolutely crass and crude and un-funny it was. In fact everybody said it was an enjoyable movie. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING????

But that was in the last year so let me come back to the present and why we are not at all blue anymore....a new maid has made an entrance into our lives and she does not expect to be called 'Your majesty' like the other hyd maids. Only if you are a woman and run a home will you understand the gravity of this event.

And then we went KITING!!

Atleast that is what arjun told all and sundry as we trudged our way to the terrace with two precious kites and a roll of thread. Leading the troop was Maddy who apparently was 'world-famous-in-his-locality'kind of a kiter in his younger days.

Over the years,I have learnt that the few claims he makes are not to be taken lightly and he proved it yet again as he expertly threaded the kite and in no time, our little silver rhombus with a tail was sailing in the skies with three sets of adoring eyes following its every dip and rise. Then arjun got to hold the thread and so did i.

It was like a dream we never actually had came true. The wonder of it all was fantastic.

And then came the villain. A jaundiced yellow kite with manja thread (thread coated with glass pieces) came closer and closer and our white thread was no match. We were too brave to quickly lower the kite so we fled till we couldnt any longer and in one neat cut, the dirty yellow kite had cut our silver rhombus and we were left just holding a limp white thread.

Maddy was so wild that they came after the kite that arjun was actually flying that he turned to the group and showed them THE finger. I thought that was mighty brave of him considering those boys were just FIVE terraces away ;)

Anyway, the net result is that day before yesterday, Maddy prepared for war. He came back with around six kites, lots of white thread but lots more of manja thread. Tomorrow will be show time and we have never been so excited before.

Love this city!! :)

ps : Love is . . . getting your salman-khan-fan-wife a kite with his picture on it!!!

:) :)

Death

Nothing like death to put things into perspective.

Part 4

I don’t know from what and I don’t know how. But he once rescued a boy who turned out to be the son of one of the elders of an African village. In return for his brave gesture, he was invited to a feast in his honour.

Quite thrilled he was…till he saw a man bearing on a plate, the head of a goat.

He hoped against hope but the plate surely and steadily made its way towards where he was sitting and was placed with great ceremony right in front of him.

He looked around and smiled questioningly.

They told him happily - as the chief guest, it was his honour to eat the eye of the goat.

The eye of the goat. All his.

He looked around again to see all eyes on him. Suddenly they looked like people one would not like to mess with. So he gulped. Prayed. Smiling, he dug out the eye and popped it into his mouth. Bit into it. Pretended to chew and then swallowed, with tears in his eyes.

A great cheer accompanied his swallow. The feast was officially underway.

There were no more acts of rescuing by that particular soldier.