"If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands?" asked Kahlil Gibran. I don't see too many flowers in this city of ours. But I can sense several volcanoes - some dormant (dangerous!), others spewing lava and destroying all in the path. I find volcanic eruptions most fascinating. I remember standing on the edge of a dormant volcano in Indonesia and being mesmerised by its terrible beauty. A still, acid green lake at its evil heart completely captivated my attention, and reminded me of the dead eyes of a few nasty people I have known in my life.
Tonite, I shall keep my date with the Lalbaug Ka Raja. Inshallah. The cops have warned me it is daunting indeed to get anywhere close to the Moorti. Well. I don't get easily daunted. Wish me luck, blogdosts!
I caught the promos of Fashion. They looked verry Bhandarkar. But if I want to watch clips of fashion shows, I can as well follow Fashion Week on tv. Perhaps Bhandarkar does not want to reveal too much (pun intended), but the promos gave nothing away. They were like the promos of ftv.Priyanka looks like a million bucks when she declares she is getting into modelling to become a supermodel - not just a model.Kangana ?? Who dat?? The girl is unrecognisable these days. She seems to have had virtuually every body part replaced or fixed. She has become another human being altogether.Suman Jr. must really love the plastic lass.
I have been dying to eat 'ookdi chhey modak'. No luck so far. Have promised myself a treat if I manage a darshan.The inauspicious Shraddh period starts on the 16th. I am a total sucker for such things.
The good news about Kiara is that she is doing just fine and being thoroughly pampered. Chicken Liver pate on toast. And shark soup. No wonder they say it's a dog's life! Some life...some dog!