Warming My Bones Beside The Fire

- where Obama is the new Rajinikanth-Sachin-Amitabh hybrid, so much so that he can contest right from the corporation elections to the presidency and win just about everything.

- where the new James Bond movie is just "James Bond 2008" since the mass populace feels that "Quantum of Solace" sounds like an Anthony Minghella movie set during WW 2.
- where Cho is still one of the best satirists around (proof: tughlaq writeup on karunanidhi meeting obama), predictably, all his targets continue to remain hopelessly shameless (proof: proof ?? proof ??)
- where we concede that the Madras Saravana Bhavans (_only_ the Madras HSBs)are one of the best exponents of Thamizh food, and at the same time, contend that they are hopelessly overpriced (not that anyone cares)
- where the only difference between all thamizh channels is that small logo that appears in a corner of the screen
- where 8-1 joins the Indian Cricket Pantheon alongside such celebrated numbers like 233, 281, 97 and the likes.
- where there are ads galore of fairness creams for men, yet there is no noise about "exploitation/stereotyping of men"
- where 4/5 year olds stand at the edge of the pool, shivering in a swimsuit on a cold november morning, while cosily dressed moms sit around and discuss world politics
- where you finally realize eating can be an experience, hobby and profession
- where your 2-wheeler responds to your old touch
- where your dog's definition of love is giving you blood wounds
- where home is