Post- Mortem


I won’t post anything new until

1. The English pick the Jelly Bean that they threw at Zaheer and throw it at themselves (they’ll gladly do this if it makes Zaka bowl lollypops at Oval)
2. Sachin gets a hundred (not with Taufel around am sure…kidding)
3. Sanjay Dutt gets slapped with TADA (if wishes were horses)
4. Pratibha Patil smiles (now that she’s finally got to Raisina Hill)
5. Himesh-bhai takes his cap off (and shows he’s human and bald after all)
6. Amitabh goes farming (better this than some of his latest commercials)
7. Pronoy Roy comes back to anchor the 9’O Clock news (enough of sending the kids)
8. Contestants stop crying in singing shows on TV (and start singing )
9. I stop seeing Harry Potter books and young readers who increasingly resemble him
10. I can come up with filler ideas like these while my writing takes an un-sanctioned vacation

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