Here come the desi Simpsons..
desigirl | June 12, 2008a.k.a The Singhsons. Really! The only surprise is it was so long in coming. Watch the video and crack up!
a.k.a The Singhsons. Really! The only surprise is it was so long in coming. Watch the video and crack up!
… Kodi’s little brother, Plane Paapa. Congrats Kodi’s mum, the first of us MTBs to give birth!! Who’s up next? Lavs? Planethalder? Their babies are due this weekend. After that, it is Maggie and STS’ turns on June 21st.The lineup has started MTBs - get ready for the ride!

At the prospect of skimpily-clad cheerleaders bouncing along the boundary lines at the Twenty20 IPL tournament, the junior interior minister of Maharashtra, Siddharam Mehetre, had this to say:
“”We live in India where womanhood is worshipped. How can anything
obscene like this be allowed?”
Once I finish creasing myself, I will come up with a suitable response for that. Meanwhile, please leave your pithy replies in the Comment section.

A few weeks back, a top television presenter was caught on camera doing 70 mph on a busy motorway - chatting on his mobile phone. Jeremy Clarkson is well known to Britons and to see him chatting away whilst driving his Merc was too much for the public to bear. A vigilant passerby took a picture of him gabbing away and passed it on to the Daily Mirror. The papers took him to task royally and furious members of the public wrote on public forums everywhere, asking for a serious reprimand.
When I read the article the following day, a few words stuck in my mind.
And a police insider warned that if guilty, the popular Top Gear presenter could expect the same treatment as the thousands of other road users nabbed for the same offence.
The source said: “At a time when the Government and police are clamping down on motorists putting safety at risk by using mobiles at the wheel, it’s vital that police are seen to be taking action against all alleged offenders, no matter who they are.”
Fast forward to this morning, when I came across this article on Chennai Metblogs. I mean, what do you say to this respectable member of the press, who uses his press credentials to get away scot-free and then say, ‘Some police!’! There is no point blaming the traffic cops for their ineptitude if every Johnny carries some form of a ‘Get out of jail FREE!’ card or the other. Granted, I am no major fan of the said police, after the shabby way they treated my scared brother after a drunken bastard crashed his car into my hapless brother’s but this time, I am forced to question what choice do we leave them with, if we tie their hands so, for every pitiable reason?
We constantly say ‘we are like this wonly’ when quizzed about the lax Indian attitude to most things under the sun. Are we like this wonly or are we making sure we are like this wonly?

Fresh out of college, I used to work for a local, city-based portal as a content writer and then later, Web Content Manager. In that guise, I met many interesting characters, attended many functions and generally led an interesting life. But of all the people I met, none affected me more than Vandana and Vaishnavi, founders of women’s charity organisation, Banyan.
I wasn’t a trained journalist so had none of the grit or the backbone needed to tough it out in search of assignments. All I had was a head full of ideas - ideas on what was great and good about my city that I could showcase on my website. Through a teacher at college, who was a good friend of Vandana, I heard of Banyan and was really impressed to learn about two women, who, in the prime of their life, threw away a regular lifestyle and immersed themselves in caring after mentally challenged women.
It sounded like a plot of a movie - too fantastic to be true. Clueless about what to expect, I asked for an appointment to visit the place to write about it. That visit and the women I saw, changed me and I honestly feel, I grew up in that space of two hours I spent at Banyan. I remember crying bitterly on my way back to work. Seeing those women, in their bedraggled state, not knowing what was happening to themselves or where they were, affected me like nothing had.
Though it has been years since I met them and the women and their organisation have come a long way since, I constantly think of them and their dedication to their cause. I cannot think of two better examples of women to salute, on International Women’s Day.
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