Posted by: inbavalli on: October 27, 2009
I love them. They smell good, are easy to wash off and do not make tall claims about nourishing my hair, preventing hair fall or removing dandruff. Their sole assignment is to make my hair squeaky clean and that they do well. They come in cute little containers and what’s more – they are complimentary.
Posted by: inbavalli on: July 23, 2009
I like Kalam – I consider him India’s most non-embarrassing President ever. Highly knowledgeable, no controversies, no scandals, no faux paus, the works.
But I find this huge fuss about Continental Airlines frisking him a little stupid. Bad enough VIPs guzzle taxpayers money and stop the traffic routinely. Should they also pose a security threat? Between [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: June 24, 2009
We are rebuilding our house. It’s an ancient two-storied, shelf-less, rodent and termite-ridden relic that might have been named a national heritage building had we not decided to pull it down. How we came to the decision could fill a 400-page book so I keep off that topic.
Since we couldn’t get a flat close by [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: May 11, 2009
Sylvan surroundings. Sparkling roads. Sky blue swimming pool, no-sweat no-grime gyms, the works. I can quite understand property developers painting pictures of their projects that are rosy bordering on mithai pink. But please tell me why these pictures are invariably populated by distinctly western looking inhabitants.
Look at the picture below.
Micro-minied girl walking her dog, suited-booted [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: April 6, 2009
I would rather die a virgin.
Posted by: inbavalli on: December 16, 2008
Why is this billionaire getting away with such an insensitive statement? Okay, so Srichand P. Hinduja is thrilled to bits that the world is finally noticing pests called terrorists but did he really have to call the attacks a blessing?
So what else do we need to thank our stars for?
WTC attack – That’s fantastic! The [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: November 29, 2008
Daey Terrorist! No, no! Terrorist Saar, please leave us alone.
I am not angry, seething, outraged or any fancy English words that you possess great felicity with. I’m not shocked. I’m not frothing at the mouth in fury. I’m trembling like a leaf. Scared. Shit scared. Pissing in my pants.
You see, like you, I too want [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: August 18, 2008
All of us know people who demand dowry and kill for it are dreadful monsters. Scum of the earth. Deserving of Agni goodam, Kirumi bhojanam and what not. But why are they also imbeciles?
I mean, why do they always burn the woman knowing fully well they will land up at E3 police station and [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: January 30, 2008
Madisaar. The most immediately recognizable face of TamBrams. Nine yards of boring cloth. Limited colors, unimpressive designs. Most unmanageable in its true, unadulterated form.
“Want to wear a petticoat underneath? You may look bulky.”
“Panties? Ok, but hope and pray you never feel like peeing for the next 2-3 hours. You never can tuck it away carefully [...]
Posted by: inbavalli on: December 25, 2007
When I spotted a single, shining white hair on my head, I thought the world would collapse around me… until I spotted a single, shining white hair on my 13-year-old son’s head.
They say so...