Diwali dhaamaka!

We launch more rockets than Nasa every Diwali!

Mumbai at night

We were at Marine Drive on the day of the Diwali pooja just to see the fireworks and we were returning back. That's when I took this video. Mumbai has never looked so nice. I love the way South Bombay looks. (errr...Mumbai). All the streets were lit up and we were passing by the Taj. See for yourself!

Where did this come from? Out of the blue?

 lolz... how random is this?????

Things to do when you come to india

Dad's friend from the US was visiting us and we were discussing the standard procedures that people go through when they visit India. It's true and funny!

Here goes:
1. Get root canals done
2. get a couple of glasses (spectacles) done
3. get a custom- made suit
4. buy a crate full of mineral water and diet coke

For the non- Mumbaikar

Jus in case you happen to be in Mumbai, here are some local words you might find handy!

And they call me Gujju!

This literally happened this week:
Monday: "Beta, what will you have for breakfast?" "Sada dosa...mmm"
Tuesday: "Beta, what will you have for breakfast?" "Masala dosa...mmm"
Wenesday: "Beta, what will you have for breakfast?" "Rava dosa...mmm"
Thursday: "Beta, what will you have for breakfast?" "Mysore dosa...mmm"
By now, mum thinks I'm running out of dosa options. She's hoping I'll go back to my cereals and milk. But come Friday:
Friday: "Beta, what will you have for breakfast?" "uumm...Schezwan dosa?"
lolz...
To top it up, come Saturday:
"Beta, what will you have for breakfast? No more dosas this week." "How about some idlis?"

It was 3.oo pm in the afternoon and I was feeling lazy. The sofa was cozy and I was watching ' Jab We Met' for the 100th time with the remote control in my hand, fighting to stay awake! Finally at half three, I announced that I would be making tea for everyone. Only dad raised his hand. So I walked lazily towards the kitchen, got out two of my favourite mugs- 1 for me, 1 for dad (mine said 'boys are crap' and he got the one which said 'stressed' ). The tea was bubbling and my tea was listening to Micheal Jackson's 'Beat it!' from my macbook in the kitchen. I gave dad his cup of tea, and hurried to my room with my cup as I had to make one more round to get my macbook which was singing in the kitchen.
Since it was afternoon, the lights were off, and I very absently carried my mug in front of me, and suddenly, just as I walked around the corner,there was a big CHAPPPAAAAAAKKK!!! I didn't know what happened. Mansi and I had a collission. It was a blind turning and it was dark. Both of us were so dazed, we just stood there staring at each other. All the tea from my cup had transported itself on our t-shirts. Soon there was 'Ouch! Ouch' in chorus. The tea had spilled on our stomachs and it was burning! Urmi was watching all the drama, shaking her head in disbelief! Incidentally, last week, the same thing happened to dad. He was drinking some tea, and suddenly it spilled onto his shirt and he had to go to the doctor because his skin was burnt.
We heard mum yelling on her way to the accident spot in Gujarati, " Su karo cho tame loko! One after the other!! Ketli toofan masti!"
Very reluctantly we applied the dozens of ice cubes that mum gave us, on our tummies, hoping that it wouldn't get worse, coz mum threatened to take us to the doctor, and the last thing I wanted was a bandage! Whats more, mum said, "Drink up the tea before you spill it again!"