this is especially for (e:felly). i am very sick and needed prabhu's magical-ness for my wellbeing-ness.

i had friends over two nights ago. This was the menu:

Apple and pear salad with feta, olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing
Sabudana wada's with cilantro, green chillies and yogurt dip
Plaintain chips (store bought, Goya)
Chicken kababs
Eggplants and peanut curry
Jeera rice

Dessert - Vanilla icecream with mango sauce with a hint of mint.

Much laughter, conversation and wine later, we came up with a tentative business plan. It involves my unlicensed amazingly good masseuse friend, another super duper baker friend and me in a joint venture. Picture this: Our gentle customer would be greeted with a spice infused light tea while he/she/insert gender bender signifier waits. Then the relaxing hour long massage, after which you sat down to a home cooked south Indian lunch, which would be healthful and tasty, and rounded off your day at our place with one of my baker friend's creation. Oh ya and also you could, only if you want, buy homemade lip balm.

The experience best exemplified in the poster for our yet unnamed place:









See, you first start with gentle massage in bed as depicted in figure 1a, then some more gentle choking action after the ingestion of food and desert as in figure 1b. and finally you emerge feeling fresh and sexy as in figure 1c. - you, my gentle customer, are Sexy Girl.

We also cater. Thank you come again.

felly: this should be easy for you, judging from your love of the hindi film.
the most imaginative lyrics will win a special price

i have work i do not want to do so, i will reintroduce myself into this space and leave you all with something to think about.





Indeed, who will be the victim tonight?

libertad, thanks for asking where the hell i was. truth is there is absolutely nothing hapening in my life. nothing. but i can offer you this song i absolutely love. it is by this sufi singer Abida Parvin. She makes me cry.


or you can listen/watch to this, another favourite...,


where this great kannada (south indian language) actor Rajkumar sings about the vagaries of time, love and their intricate intersections.


great stuff this...It would probably also interest my readers (yes, the both of you) to know that Bangalore, Karnataka from where Dr. Rajkumar hails witnessed something that few outside of India will ever understand when he passed away. More info here