I had a few complaints from folks not being able to leave comments. Apparently, the version of spam karma2 I’m using is not compatible with this template and so the comments were not being accepted. It’s been fixed now, so please do leave me a comment or two so I know it’s working fine 🙂 In case, you’re still having problems, drop in a mail at anitabora5 at rediffmail dot com. Please follow and like us:
It’s always a pleasure to go to Lalbagh during the flower shows, which are held in Jan and August every year in the city. This time around, despite noble intentions to go on the first day, I didn’t quite make it. So, on the last day (better late, than never!), I decided to make a quick dash along with Cyberscorpion. It also happened to be Republic Day. Please follow and like us:
After receiving quite a few comments and suggestions, have finally managed to give the blog template a fresh new look – thanks a bunch to the Cyberscorpion! It’s been much overdue. A few odds and ends might need to be tied up over the next few days. In case you notice anything amiss, do drop in a comment. Please follow and like us:
â€œSmart,qualified, witty, employed young women, extrovert, party animals – in short “eligible” in every sense but unmarried. Reason: they haven’t come across the “right” man yet. Are their expectations very high? Do they want the looks of a Brad Pitt and the qualities of a Darcy and the wealth of Bill Gates preferably with the voice of Amitabh Bachchan and the poetry of Neruda? Not really. They just want a man who shares their interests and respects their independence and is fun to be with. Or so they claim!
â€œMy second favorite household chore is ironing. My first one being — hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.â€ ~ Erma Bombeck I can’t even begin to tell you how much I empathise with this statement. Really. There are very few things that I abhor in life. But if I had to pin point one, it has to be the ironing. I’ve had a doomed relationship with this electrical device since my school days. Early mornings in Shillong used to be cold. I would just about manage to wake up, iron my uniform, knot the tie in the right manner and rush out of the house, just in time to hear the school bell in the distance. Thankfully, school was just about 5 minutes down the road from our house. So one fine day, in a winter’s daze, blissfully unaware of my previous actions, I set off for school. My mom and dad had already left for the day for their respective workplaces. When I came back, all I saw was …