Wanting to maximise the 'sensory experience', they came with their pots of paints and have driven us to drink. Though the 'katti' joint news ed says it's me who's driven him to the daaru ki batti. Meanwhile, as we wait for the kern old days, Maddy is enjoying her drinks on Dubai creek even as cellphone freak Thakur sub waits for her message.

I was not even slightly hungover, so that speaks a lot about the party. Or maybe when it comes to booze, I was not found wanting. On other counts, I don't know.
The western naval commander's attentions too were not found wanting... though by the end of it his stand was 'Please, anyone but her.' Hmmm.
Meanwhile, rinks the winks enjoyed her spiked drinks and the joint news ed got a jhaap for dressing for the occasion but not living up to it. I simply got a jhaap on the dance floor while the news ed just got more than he bargained for what with some unwanted (or so he says) attention from a lonely seductress. However, the one person he really wanted to dance with, the first lady, said she was bored of dancing with him every night. While on the subject of shaking a leg, Maddy says her knees are reminding her of her age.
I was reminded today of several other things too. Like how I got the Ritz Carlton treatment at Polly Esther's. After I had called the bartenders nasty for continously lining up those shot glasses, I was brought some paneer and roti. And apparently after eating up all the paneer I said, "The paneer is over, this is just gravy and rubbish, take it away." And then I asked for dessert which was also brought. I had a nibble and the attentive man said something about sanskar, and then even that plate was cleared away. They say that's how it all went though I have my serious doubts.
There was also something about man living on hope and my great despair--which continues.

The Thakur sub is all set. He's going to wear a black shirt with fawn coloured leather pants and, get this, UV Brylcreem in his hair. Says it'll be easier to spot him in the dark. He also threatens to do a Salman. Eeyuuwwww. Gross.
There's other plans. The joint news ed says that they'll ensure that the coffee man, if he turns up, will only be given coffee to drink. After all, their logic is, he spends so much time drinking coffee here that he deserves no alcohol. And Ms Silhouette refuses to tell me who she's seeing cos Maddy has told her I'll probably see to it that it's nipped in the bud.
So that's that. Besides the questions on compensatory offs and daddy on the contact list.
And no, I did not make all those calls.

The coffee man has surfaced again. And he obviously does not follow the hairy diktats of fashion as laid down in The New York Times. Our verdict? Cheers to the rebel. (And thank god).
God also gets thanks for the meting out of two much-deserved jhaaps to the other rebel, the one without cause and pause. The sparring with the joint news ed will continue in 10, Downing Street.
The western naval commander meanwhile has decided to take his doses in small amounts. It apparently makes for 'more pleasure'. And Maddy, just like the news ed, has forsaken all joy and cheer ever since she has returned from her 'gaon'. Is it something in that part of the desh ki dharti?

I've had so many embarrasing moments since Monday that friends (after laughing at me) tell me I could write a book. Today was total foot-in-mouth day--I not only shot off things without looking around but also showed my natural flair for non-intellectual behaviour.
Meanwhile, there's another plan for the party that never is. We stand beside a particular car and pipe up, "Whose big car is this?" "You bastards," we can hear.

The executive daddy has returned with a bang. The first bang came when he was asking the news editor to liven up the pages. Incidentally, the joint news ed was at the time shaking hands with a sub and needless to say, froze. The conversation went something like this: "Tsk, you must do something about the p.... why is she holding your hand?" Was the news ed embarrassed? We think it takes more than that.
Meanwhile, I need Rs 13 lakh. When I asked my esteemed colleagues how much they would be able to lend me I came up with Rs 13. Six from the news ed (at 36% interest, the #$%%%), five from nat and a couple more from here and there. Tenor offered to lend an ear while the sports desk laughed hard. Sigh.