I have tons to say but nothing to write about 😦
On that note, let me start composing a post 🙂
1. The potholes in Mumbai now can be extremely proud that they are as large as the holes on RM’s cheeks. Few more days of rains, and they will surpass the size of the cheek holes.
Amma, asked the brat as RD is trying hard to avoid the potholes on our road.
Why they call potholes? usmein kya pots fill karte hain
I crack up, and then very seriously answer, no rey, its just the size of pots no?
Okay, she says.
After a few seconds she says ‘toh amma, woh chote wale kya bowl holes hai’
RD and I are still clucking about it 🙂
You know the spouse is the laziest guy around!
Here is the background
RD has a lot of office work on Sunday. So he is on his office laptop. I am on the house laptop doing something for IMC. We both are sitting on the dinning table which is a small square thing with four chairs and if we both extend our legs, we can fight for space and if we extend our hands can slap each other, and if we extend our heads can even kiss. The point being, we both are on the computer. I see an email I want him to check.
RM: RD can you just come and check this email
RD: Come, now?
RM: yes now
RD :ARey mere gmail mein forward karna, main check karta hoon
Seriously man, where are we going!
That day, we went to drop the inlaws to VT station. On the way back, we decided to take the only VT Bvr train at 8.45 PM (Its a secret eh?) anyways, as we stood there, dog tired, with R even more tired after walking for what seemed like miles on the VT platform, they announce at 8.42, that the 8.45 train has been cancelled.
Darn! I have never felt so bugged in my life about the trains honestly. We had to catch a train to Bandra, change over and come up. R was exhausted yet the kid trooped most of the way! I had to carry her after a while. Trust me, its no joke carrying a 5 year old up and down the slippery stairs of Mumbai 😦 RD was really sick or he would have done the deed!
I am getting disillusioned with Mumbai 😦
Did the Telegram’s silent demise hurt anyone? Honestly, I havent recieved a SINGLE TELEGRAM (Boohooohooo!) all my life. I have sent two.
1. A congrats message to a cousin who was getting married and Amma Appa asked me to send it across
2. Another congrats message to a cousin who was having his poonal.
But, its weird na how technology as evolved so much! I wonder if someday will come in the future when emails will be a thing of the past!
I read about the Mumbai’ telegraph office etc on Mumbai Mirror on Sunday and felt a sense of nostalgia!
In support of all things old, I wrote two postcards and sent it to the contest I had written about earlier 🙂
What? dont laugh, I do believe to another era eh?