Heylo my plum puddings! How goes it with this this tiresome on Tuesday? I so crave the weekend. Vijjy, my silver bearded beau, has taken off to South Africa to play ball. He wanted me to join him last Sunday but well, even the Brazilain Samba couldn’t temp me to take off on his private jet.
May be I will, this Sunday, if the football excitement is worth a watch. And I mean the likes of that Portugal pin-up boy or that German dude or that French cherie…
Now what were their names? Sorry, I’m bad with this name game. And Vijjy tells me that these boys could well be back home by then. Coolio! I’ll stay in my own home then.
Naturally, he’s sulking. What a baby! As if I care. I much prefer my Bollywood dosts, like Karan Johar and Vidya Balan. The two met recently and couldn’t stop chatting. KJo even invited her to join the Twitter party and when Viddy demurred saying tweets didn’t come easy to her, he told her to just think of it as an SMS. Smart! But then, my Karu was never short on bheja.
Anyway, when VB was leaving the gala, a couple of kiddos spotted her in the hotel lobby. And immediately cries of Paa ki maa rang out loud.
Vidya flashed them her million-dollar smile and sailed out into her waiting car. They stayed on, long after she was gone, wondering if it had really been Paa ki maa!