The whole nine yards.....

Guys, I have just come back from watching the most thrilling cricket match where 'my' team won! Why my team? Well, I am a Mumbaikar, the Mumbai Indians are like a home team, they were playing in Mumbai, and the owners invited us to cheer. Simple! Not that I know too much about cricket's countless intricacies, but what I enjoy is the atmosphere. Today it was beyond electrifying and I am just so glad I kept my writing on hold to enjoy a few hours of pure, undiluted adrenaline. At one point, while watching the energetic Mumbai Indians' cheerleaders doing their thing with the pom poms, I turned to Mukesh Ambani and suggested a change in their routine and costume. Assuming the Mumbai Indians make it to the finals ( and they have a bloody good chance here), perhaps those comely blondes sporting the blue and gold colours of the team on their butts in outfits that are oh-so-predictable ( hot pants, athletic bras, gold boots), could switch gear and wear Maharashtra's original nine yard kashta saree with sexy cholis?? I can't think of a more sensual statement. Since the kashta saree is worn like a dhoti, through the legs, it won't hamper their energetic moves either - my recommendation for the dance routine is the local 'lavni' which is as raunchy as you can get without getting arrested. Mukesh LOVED the idea and said he would 'implement it' immediately. I genuinely believe cheerleaders clad in nine yard sarees ( they can keep those gold boots) and grooving to 'Aikka Dajiba' would be far hotter than these all- American chicks swinging to dated Bollywood hits
( " aaallllll eeeez welllll."). Well .... if the idea does get 'implemented' .... you know where it came from. I'll extract my pound of flesh from Mukesh through the totally yummy Delhi-style chaats he and Nita serve at their dinners.
Talking of food, apres- match, we came home to our standard Bong khaabar, but there was also a treat in store. Our lovely neighbour Amishi Dhanuka did it again!! Don't stop, I want to tell her. What did she do?? Amishi had sent the most subtle and exquisite 'sandesh' from Kolkata which we nibbled at and savoured tiny bits of, because it is just so precious. It is not your garden variety sandesh - it is sandesh from an old mishti maker, Girish Chandra Dey, whose family has been producing sandesh for gourmets since 1844. And I thought to myself - how silkily the French promote Fauchon - the world famous fine epicerie. Here we have Girish Chandra Dey, producing orgasmic sandesh flavoured with saffron stamen, cardamom, rose water and more. We take all this for granted and pay a pittance for such a refined culinary creation. I had the mad impulse to let the whole world know about this sandesh and how special it is - sigh - it's all about marketing, isn't it?
My husband told me to shut up and gorge. We were celebrating the Mumbai Indians win. That was the official excuse..... now for the finals. And more sandesh!!!!!