Closing a chapter. Of round tables and post-mortems. Of mummies, daddies and bachies. Of the first reader and two fathers. Of opening book packets like christmas goodies. Of pitegas and yaaas. Of pc beer and shibu omelette. Of ghatiya sandwich and promila grills. Of clapping, hooting, whistling and sports channels. Of crazy deadlines and crazier headlines__and at the end of it all, always smiles.

Pitega, as everyone knows, buys you a pint. Thank god it's only in Bainganham.

One lakh readers as a birthday present meant that the cakes and booze overflowed. The prettiest woman on the floor said she would only throw a party if we were just as ill-mannered always. So here's some of the ill-mannerisms. The western naval commander kept saying his newly-bought bike was too small while the JNE, blatantly stealing drinks from everyone, held on to his bag like it was full of treasure and refused to let go even when his umar ki naujawani asked him to. The umar ki naujawani also passed on some messages verbatim tonim to the DJ from the prettiest woman: What a twit. That leaves the birthday boy--neither he nor his brilliant new watch found any takers, but we did manage to bugger it.

PS: The western naval commander lost his way home and has threatened that he has a few bones to pick.

Daddy Cool is increasingly becoming Daddy Gul so the idea of a GPS tracker for his birthday is getting increasing approval. The plan is to take a look at his new watch or high-tech phone and plant it. But who will bell....
Meanwhile, despite having tyaaged everything I continue to be a Page 3 girl.

All these families avoiding Omkara because of the strong foul language and then we have Mallika walking in saying it was child's play next to what we hear every day from the senior assistant editor. Bobbyda, who even provides literal translations for his colourful spoutings, was red and not amused. "Don't you guys have any work, b$%#@&*%," he said. "Arre, it was meant as a compliment," said the news ed. "L$#@^&*," came the fitful retort.

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Er no, not compulsive blogging, mr/ms anonymous. Was just checking out the blog ban. And pray what were you looking for?

Talk of the great Indian rope trick brought on mild hysteria on Wednesday which prompted the western naval commander to walk off. But after the trick was explained to him, he thought he should not be alone and we would get a bigger rope.
Did I say the coffee man appeared pleased to see me back from my vacation? We think it’s an ego thing with him. But a month of world cup and Wimbledon would hardly leave any time for him, wouldn’t you say? Though when the sports desk wanted my views on the most good-looking men in the Cup I was right on track with Zidane etc until I said that in addition to Klinsmann I also found the French coach cute. I was promptly (though politely) told to get lost.