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It was when the Buckingham Palace-is-the-world's-most-expensive-old-age-home joke was cracked for 568544th time that Prince William could no longer hold his post Chicken Tikka Masala bile-and-spit in the jewel encrusted spittoon (a once-upon-a-time gift from the Maharajah of Golconda). Trust one of the minions to confuse the king-in-waiting's 'aikthoo' as the family's jewels and rush it to Sotheby's for a grand auction. Since Sotheby's, the most expensive kabaadi house in the world, refuses to take anything by face value, they sent it to the labs for testing.
When the lab reports arrived, chief curator Archibald Hairsome collapsed on the carpet and almost sent the million pound vase from Ming Dynasty crashing. Thankfully it landed on his head. He is now recuperating in the same hospital where the Royal Baby is expected to make an appearance.
Since the matter was...Read more...
If you love brandishing your opinions, think you are always right, consider the world too foolish to comprehend your intellect and have ample time to waste, Twitter is the ideal platform for you to script your success story. If you are a bored professional, struggling blogger, wannabe Chetan Bhagat, you get yet another excuse to get distracted and blame it all on Twitter.
All you have to do is compress your anger, poor-me stories, this-country-sucks and my-ex-is-a-bitch histrionics into 140 characters and have complete strangers express their opinion about your non-happening life. That's what social media sites are all about ignoring your friends and family for adulation from McSteamy, HotDawg and NautankiSali!
Success comes only to the desperate and passionate and who knows it better than me?
To start with you must think...Read more...
All you wanted to know about the Bong femme fatale and didn't know who to ask.
If you are a reasonably attractive Bengali lady, chances are, you've had a man or two walk up to you and confess his weakness for the Bengali temptress. Being suspicious by birth, I make it a point to clarify if he actually meant tempest. He proceeds to wax eloquent about her raving beauty and I rudely interrupt to ask if he meant raging.
Similar sounding words that can mean Heaven or Hell grammar Gods were sure having fun at our expense!
Chances are he will not be a Bengali himself and has dedicated his life to observing this quaint species from a distance. The Bengali bhodrolok community, on the other hand, prefers to live by the...Read more...
How often have you walked down the aisles of a toy store and picked up a "Barbie" for your adorable nephew? Never, right? It's not as if we have anything against that statistically challenged, perfectly coiffured doll. Why, we have always bought them and their million accessories for our little girls! Smiled indulgently as we watched them spend hours dressing and undressing the Barbie and cooking imaginary meals for a party. Now, imagine your son doing the same. Wearing a crown on his head and pretending he's Ms Universe! You'd be horrified, right? Pray that this too shall pass and he will come back to his senses.
How often have you sniggered at a man wearing yellow shoes and a pink shirt! Asked your son to stop crying and be a man - called your friend henpecked when you saw him cooking and...Read more...
I share a love-hate relationship with Delhi. A Bengali who has seen the capital since her nappy days, I have been witness to the slow but bumpy transformation of this outpost for displaced Punjabis to a teeming megapolis of millions. Home to some of the biggest markets in Asia, a city where multinational opulence rubs shoulders with decaying Mughal splendour, the stately Shantipath that fills you with awe, wide avenues lined with trees older than your granddad's memory, the beautiful bungalows it's tough not to fall in love with Delhi. What I simply abhor is the attitude its populace never tires of flaunting.
The Delhite is a species devoid of manners, full of self-importance and lacking empathy.
Blame the extreme weather, its fast paced tempo and its law resistant neighbours: there's that indefinable thing about Delhi that...Read more...
It was my first bus ride to college. Just as I entered the DTC bus, I noticed over fifty pairs of eyes (all male) staring intently at my legs. Perplexed, I looked down wondering whether I had scribbled some unsolved equations on my legs.
I learned my lesson on dressing appropriately the hard way. After that day, I never wore short skirts to college again.
Last week my daughter moved out of home and into college. The first thing I did was to shop for her wardrobe. Obviously she cannot be wearing skimpy outfits to college. So we went shopping for tees that hide and not reveal. She also got her first pair of salwar-kameez from Anokhi. As she twirled around in her all new ethnic avatar, I wiped silent tears for my baby ready to fly...Read more...
More about Purba Ray
Purba Ray is an economics graduate who taught computers to high school students and finally found her calling in the written word. She is not a crusader, but someone who has opinions on anything and everything. She enjoys books, movies, music(not just any) and is an avid traveller.
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