NOW i realise that no one can post comments on this blog. and here i was feeling all sorry for myself.

So female monkeys indulge in prostitution and male monkeys 'pay' to see female monkey bottoms...no seriously, they do....Male rhesus monkeys take a cut in their fruit juice allowances to view computer screen images of either a female monkey's posterior or a socially dominant monkey. And the two researchers who gobbled up large sums of grant money to prove this is Robert Deaner and Michael Platt of Duke University, North Carolina. Says Platt, "Now we are preparing to do it with females.We may find they have similar attitudes but that is not really the perception we have of human females." Thank you boys.

This weekend was divided between a wedding and a funeral. Both in families connected by the comraderie of our site-days in haldia, pune and mumbai. These were my father's closest friends and the bond of adda sessions, fish-buying adventures and collective parenthood still exists. Between them they have seen two bypass surgeries, two deaths, career shifts, weddings and the birth of grandchildren. Their friendship is from an older, simpler world where bonds were forged with more tensile matter -- not based on cleverness, one liners or sozzled moments of illusory companionship. But then they were men and women. Not children playing at being adults like us.

Shobita just introduced me to the smutty new world of...
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there is a downside to bunking office...the weekend looses its charm. You don't have that exhilarating, stretchy moment on friday contemplating two days of leisure.

I have been a very sick puppy these last few days. And since I am so rarely sick, I don't often have the pleasure of listing every ache, pain and secretion in gross detail. So here goes. My right eye turned bright red. It was like the socket of doom which watched every move you made and winked leeringly. For added effect I lay in bed, covering everything up with a blanket except the EYE which needless to say freaked Ma out. In addition I was coughing up green slimy goo every 5 minutes which I dutifully collected in a rolled up handkerchiefs and tissues. meh heh heh. And then there was the don corleone's voice in which I demanded
1) Chicken soup (maggi soup would do, I am not unreasonable)
2) Hot chocolate (Milk - 3/4ths of large Cup, Chocolate powder - 4 heaped tablespoons)
3) Cha, Cha and more cha
That was Tuesday.
On Wednesday, I bunked office again and went to watch Finding Neverland with anubha who insisted on doing the most distracting things like diverting her boss's calls to my phone. Teeth grinding done softly in the dark interjected with TB coughs and anubha saying "You are dying, aren't you?"
Despite all this found film itself to be very sweet and unhurried. Subtle links between Barrie's adventures with the Davies family and the story of Peter Pan. Like Sylvia saying "Their father would have never let a dog into the house. He would've have had it tied up in the yard."
Best lines.
Peter: "But I'm not Peter Pan, he is." pointing to Barrie.
Barrie, pointing to the actor playing the nanny-dog "Can he have teeth?"
Producer (Dustin Hoffman)": He can have mine.
Hum...then bundled anubha off to office and went to CR Park to hug Shraddha in person for joining the ranks of 'The Employed.' Much tea-drinking, fish fry eating and general gaffing about till 8 pm which is when I went home to mother, hot water gurgling and more cha.
Being sick is very good for the soul I realise. Very happy.

i fortell great things for this blog once i get my laptop. every night with mom snoring next to me i am assailed by brilliant observations. my brain goes on an overdrive and i fly. and then morning comes and the inevitable zombie like state descends. it continues till around 7 in evening. I am guessing that is how long it takes for the thyroxin to kick in. Thus when i am enconsed in room with laptop at night in march with an internet connection I hope for great things. Stop laughing. Its rude.