R-Rated

Damn you, Zuckerberg!! You have officially turned me into a social networking-Zombie . What started off as a harmless exercise in "riding the wave of popularity", has now become the second most important website of the day (a close second to the email-Zombie - GMAIL). I had sworn off Social Networking after the Orkut** wave had crashed but the disease has spread way too much in my psyche now and to come out of the phenomenon might just have disastrous and unintended consequences. But guess what, I LOVE IT!! As reprehensible as it may sound, I actually look forward to getting news from folks in my Friends and "fake"-Friends list. And quite a few of them are "fake"-Friends, really. {**Google folks don't give up, do they - they clearly lead the "If you cannot beat them, BUY them" Bandwagon, case in point - YouTube, Blogger etc. Heck, they would have purchased Facebook too, if they had been allowed.} More so, I hate to admit it but I need t

With 5 consecutive years of Ganpati at our home (in States and in India) between 2007 and 2011, a little jog back in time. 2007 - Minneapolis - The best one till date. K will agree. 2008 - Minneapolis - K wasn't in town for this one. 2009 - Mumbai - K wasn't in the country for this one. 2010 - Chicago - The reunion year. 2011 - Chicago - One last time (for now). Here's wishing my readers and their families a very Happy Ganesh Chaturthi.. Ganpati Bappa Moraya, Mangal Murti Moraya Best Wishes from R and K

So as renovation gets underway in our house and the house gets transformed into Our Home , a winged species is trying its level best to call our home, their home. That's right. I am talking about the (damn) pigeons, who were made extremely famous by the Lata Mangeshkar/Bhagyashree combo in 1989 with Kabootar Jaa Jaa Jaa from Maine Pyar Kiya.  While that song was purely sung in romantic emotions, we now wish to sing the same song in order to shoo away the birdies from making their love nest in our gallery. And what a mess they create. They are relentless in their pursuit and hell bent on being permanent residents. We even had to move a very important plant inside the house just so the doves don't eat the once-in-a-lifetime blooming flower. K and I were out for 1 night and the next thing we know is that the foundation (that too of metal wires) is already laid down. Sorry, but only humans are allowed to stay in 402 Shreevardhan. One old dove had refused to fly away even a