So Baby George is in town... Ofcourse he is no longer a baby but u know hoiw it is - I still call him baby... Anyways at first I started looking for the short boy... Only to find an elongated Baby George... And an extremely shy one... He kinda knew I was someone in his life but was unsure how....

Ofcoursd over the days it become better... At one point he reacted back to something I said saying "U r just a girl"!!! I was aghast.. What do u mean baby george... "Girls can't drive".... Ok... "Girls can't go to office "... "Girls can't swim"...oh ok.. What about ur vavaaunty who goes to office?? "You go to boys office - not yours!" Was his prompt response... Oh woe is me.. I have a MCP growing up....I told him that I will take him for a drive with women drivers to show him that women can drive.... He still didn't buy it... Last I heard winners of lavassa womens driver were looking for Baby George to teach him some lessons about women drivers...

I also had to go to London while he is in mumbai.. U coming? I asked... Where? Baby George queried... "LOndon" I said. "Do they have toys in "ondon?" Once again baby george queried... Yes... "Ok then I am coming" and off he went to wear his shorts and tshirt.... And got into the car excitedly.... And missed the flight cos he fell off to sleep....

Well that is baby george for you....

The ability to give an opinion without brining in your ego is extremely rare... and one that is extremely important in a growing economy...

After months of media blitz finally the election results are out.... so Samajwadi Party wins in UP... guess a party of scoundrels is better than party of thiefs... and guess both scoundrels and thiefs are better than a party with no organisation but with a yuraj... and all of them are better than a communal party...

cant say I am elated with the results... lots of reasons why Congress didnt win... they didnt show a leader who would form the govt in the STate... they cant keep voting for a family all the time.... and time for Congress to wonder why Priyanka effect didnt really work this round... they are losing even in Amethi which is their family fiefdom....

BJP wins in Goa... well ironic isnt it... a communal party makes headway in a christian dominated state... life and its wonders...

Manipur is along expected lines.... Punjab - I dont really care about... Uttarakhand - I dont really care about - the only thing that matters is BJP is not doing well...

I have come to realise that I maintain no objectivity as far as Congress is concerned.... I will choose them no matter what.... I guess the Gujarat riots did it for me.... I felt a party that closes its eyes to massacre is least preferred to a party that may be corrupt but has the vision to understand that communcal politics is no good.... let them loot us... but dont kill us....

If BJP comes to power at the centre again I will hang my head in shame... I would have loved to say shave my head off in shame (ala Sushma Swaraj) but I am not in politics and I wont get any headlines out of bald head...

There is something so romantic about the 60s... the men were all so good looking... women were stunning.... world was a better looking place... even Bombay was good looking....

I get so nostalgic reading about the 60s and the early 70s... somewhere I feel idealism died with that generation... the people of that generation were willing to stick their necks out for their principles... it was way before materialism caught us by our necks and swished us around.... we live now in bigger opulent houses... and have more material things... and have lots to boast about ... but somewhere we have also been forceed to hide our humanity... for fear of appearing vulnerable in this hard competitive society... and you cover up your inadequacies with stories about our wealth... a young succesful professional told me once "I live in this M Place (for reasons of secrecy I will not mention the place)".... M place is obviously the more upmarket higher end living area.... I reacted saying "oh i thot you lived in the N Place"... the professional reacted "well, N and M are so close to each other there is no difference".... difference or no difference there was a difference in his head... I realised then that it is so important for this young professional to appear to be living it up.... and not be content actually living in a nice place....

The new money has corrupted all of us... all of us flaunt it... and wait for others to fawn over us.....

This was a post about 60s and I digressed..... but in short I love pictures of Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Kennedy etc from these times... the fact that they are good looking is helpful...

I have been watching Wonder Years quite regularly... for the uninitiated Wonder Years is an old series on a boy called Kevin growing up in Suburban America... the series traces his life stories, stories about families, siblings, his relationships with them.... i have never really seen the complete series but watched it intermittently....

I used to always feel a lot of "snugness" watching the series.... you know the normal life with your best friend across the street, your childhood crush living in the same neighbourhood.... lanes which are so safe that you can actually cycle around... children having fights... strict parents ... parents who still go out on date nights and seem to always love each other... you know the things that give you the warm feeling in your heart....

now when I watch it I dont feel the same way.... I realised that this is just a potrayal of a standard life in the United States... it is probably far away from the kind of life that you could have in India.... for instance it is not usual for schools in India to be ok with boys and girls kissing in public... or for parents to be ok with young 13 year olds going out with boys who are 15... at least my parents never did let me do any of that .... it was quite strict for us... looking back I remember resenting my parents for that ... but now hearing all thses stories I am so glad that my parents did what they did.... and I am even more glad that God saved me from so many of the things that could have gone wrong.... I am blessed in short...

so when I compare my life to Kevin Arnold now, I somehow feel I had a pretty similar existence to him... a very standard life with parents being typical mallu parents... my uncles and aunts being as irritating as they are now... my thinner cousins who always made me feel really really fat... my classmates who were very different from me and made me feel different as well... the ill fitting clothes... battle with money issues.... seeing illness come into my family.... and many more such stories...

i cant help but wonder what would a series based on my life be like??