ummmmm, there.... I said it! Hate going away. Blogging is addictive (even if you don't get paid to blog LIKE SOME PEOPLE WE KNOW!). It is also far better than maintaining a silly diary. Last night, at a posh dinner ( incredible pumpkin quiche! Great with chilled Pinot Grigio), the talk was about Mayawati.... she is on everybody's mind all of a sudden. I concentrated on the art ( excellent taste), not the arty people hanging around trying to sound extra-farty. New galleries, old galleries, auctions, architecture, heritage.... oh puh-leeze ...spare me the discourses. It was all wonderfully fake and self conscious - Mumbai's well bred, well read phoney brigade, sucking up to the firangs and trying hard to impress. We fled in under an hour, and listened to Gotan Project in the car. I have been promised Carla Bruni's cd by my son. If he doesn't deliver by tomorrow afternoon, I shall cancel his khichdi.
Meanwhile, the Euro Cup final on sunday is up for grabs! There are sponsored parties galore. Everybody wants a piece of the action - beer guys, hotels, socialites.... sab kuch phookat mein, boss. Why not? All that mauj majaa .... and Page 3 coverage too! What the hungry won't do for publicity and free daaru. Wokay.... on that note, I bid you adieu for now.
I want AB as my best friend. If he can 'present' Sanjay Dutt a 50 lakh AP watch (kis khushi mean?), he is definitely the sugar buddy to have.