Toothy Momo

I'm a small eater. Not a tiny eater or a pecker, but a small eater. But when it comes to things that I love eating, momos for example, small just aint small any more. So Nand (yes, Nand as in Nand Gate in Boolean Algebra) challenged me to a momo eating competition (veg, since bird flu is stealing all the chickens. Stoler!) and I gladly accepted.
We made it to Orchid -a dhaba type of place which is why I call it Momo Dhaba- forty-five minutes later than we were supposed to (we're always late). Nand is a cleanliness freak, an obsessive compulsive one. She used her sanitizer (which is supposed to be orange flavoured but smells like a mixture of stale spirit and socks) three times before the momos arrived, making me feel nauseous every time! She cleaned the fork with tissue, moved the salt- pepper shakers to the side of the table using tissue and would not touch the water jug which was too heavy to move using tissue. I just looked and sniggered and rolled my eyes like I do every time.
Anyway, after like ages the momos arrived ( I wonder why I talk of them as if they were people who arrive at our table to get eaten. Like the oysters in The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll) and we went through our first four momos quite uneventfully, huffing and puffing while we gobbled the steaming momos down, declaring the number
we'd finished through mouthfuls of vegetarian momo goo.
It would have been the perfect afternoon had this gone on till we were too stuffed to move and I would have started with my 'degrees of being full' story (which I will write about later). But halfway through the fifth momo Nand, if you would believe it, broke her tooth! Yes, she broke it, well, a part of it. After a lot of shuffling around inside her mouth, she found the piece and looked at it with such dismay that i had to cover up my look of disgust and replace it with one that I hope looked like sympathy. She held up part of tooth which did not remotely look like a tooth or a part of it, just a piece of white nothing which should be flicked away and forgotten about. But Nand cupped her lower jaw with one hand and held part of tooth with the other and ow-ed and moaned and winced till the guy got the bill. I sat there with a horrible picture of a momo with teeth which ate up everything ( like Taz in Looney Toons, except that Taz is cute) and snapped at me when i wanted to eat it playing in my mind! Thats how far our momo eating competition went.
I got home only half as stuffed as i would have liked to be and plonked on the couch to play the flicking game I play quite often with my Tely (it stands for Television by the way, not Telephone or any other Tely you'd thought of). Breaking News on a news channel read 'Shah Rukh Khan wins the bid for Kolkata for 312 crores.' I stared and went on to reread it when it changed to 'Preity Zinta wins the bid for Mohali for 296 crores.' My first reaction was like CITIES ARE BEING AUCTIONED?! And people have bought them?! Stupid I know! The smart ass news channel then changed the Breaking News to ' bla blah blah Kolkata CRICKET TEAM blah blah blah.' So much for the fourth pillar of democracy. I then proceeded to watch Nadal lose to the French Tsonga guy in straight sets and felt very very sad. I really like Nadal. Just a wee bit more than I hate Federer.
So, obviously my next point is FEDERER LOST TODAY! Omfg, it was the best feeling ever! First time i watched him lose in a Grand Slam which is not Roland Garros! It couldn't have been better! Unless of course it was Nadal who beat him. All hail the good Djoko though! Hail good Djoko!

Foot note:
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Today I went shopping with a friend, PJC. She had to buy 'stuff' for her boyfriend, Model guy. Yeah, he is a model, and hot too! She once showed me a picture in which he is standin bare chested, wearing low waist jeans and i accidentally(believe you me) let slip that i wished his jeans were lower! Don't scoff! He is hot! And she is possessive! Excessively so.
So PJC bought Model guy Calvin Klein glares for Rs. 7040 only, a wallet, a kurti, a box of chocolates for 725 bucks(heehee) and still plans to buy more. Lucky Model guy. She has dumped all this in my house because her mommy dearest, who is a freak by the way, is down from Japan(which is where she lives).
At Fab India, where we'd gone looking for a kurti for Model guy, I found such cute kurtis(a first for me at Fabby which got me very excited)! BUT, nothing fit! Nothing. The guy said I would fit into medium and I found this incredibly cute pink kurti which turned out to be huge! One and a half of me could have fit in it! Small was loose on the waist and extra small*rolling my eyes* was extra tight. I couldn't breathe in it! So i walked out of Fabby without having bought anything, again.
At Nick Nish, I happened to come across this box of plastic rubber bands. Something I haven't seen in ages! I remember how precious these used to be when I was a kid! My hair used to come all over my face so mum used to tie a 'fountain' on the top of my head. I hated using normal rubber bands because they hurt when i pulled them off. For 'special occasions' i had scores of colourful elastic bands which used to come in pairs and had beads and stuff hanging from them. I used to keep these in a big, round cookie box and be very carefull with them since my aunts had brought them for me from 'foren'. One such elastic band that I distinctly remember was a bright pink one and had a pink helicopter with blue propellers hanging from it. The blue propellers actually used to spin when i spun them! But for school I needed black rubberbands and these mum used to buy from A.C. Market because they wern't available anywhere else. I was warned not to lose them or else I would have to use the normal rubberbands which hurt. I used to come home from school, ask mum to open my 'fountain' and keep the plastic rubberband in the designated box(this was much smaller then the big, round cookoi box). If I did lose one of these, I would dread telling her and would cook up stories to save my ass. And a box of about hundred of these for 15 bucks! Sheesh! I bought it : | .

Blog Virgin

This is my first blog entry. No, not just in this blog. My first blog entry ever. And I don't know what to write about. What do people write in blogs anyway? I'm at this point quite undecided regarding what kind of blog I want to have. I suppose it is a 'personal' blog where my identity isn't revealed. I can write what the hell I want about who the hell I want as long as I don't name the person. I can vent and rave and rant and expect people to read it. Or, maybe not. Maybe I can JUST vent and rant and rave and not expext people to read it. It is quite surprising how many people actually read blogs. Honestly, I was quite amazed by the figures I saw on the NDTV programme 'We The People'. And yeah, that is what inspired me to blog.