Catching up with the noose. The chances of us being stricken with diabetes are getting higher and higher if this latest study is to believed. If you're Goan you know all about diabetes. I'm sure if they did a community wise study we'd come out tops. Like a family heirloom it gets passed down the generations. The uncles and aunties even make jokes about the Killer D like it was nothing. Like this old dude at a party last week who had too much to drink. Says to me- Son, if I have one more my sugar will go up; if I have two my wife will give me hell. I'll have one more and stop!

As for me I've lost those cravings. For food especially. The guys wanted to go somewhere yesterday being Friday night and all, but I wasn't interested. Because apart from a few variations the food is the same wherever you go -- it's always something Makhani, Hyderabadi, Lasooni, Adraki, Peshawari, Lahori, Kolhapuri and shit like that. Only thing that changes is the colour of the gravy and a few ingredients here and there depending on what you order. Couple weeks back we had Murg Maratha which caused more damage to my system than a bunch of MNS thugs on the rampage; felt like someone was shooting fire down my intestines!

Other option is to go to the expensive places where you can't pronounce half the items on the menu (if at all you know what they are) and end up eating some strange looking stuff that's dressed up all pretty. I'll pass on both.

I mean why do people make such a big deal about food? I never get that. Travelling all the way across town just to eat something 'special' is madness in my book. Anyway, I hope they're getting enough exercise to burn away those calories or the Killer D's gonna get them. Pair that up with high blood pressure or cholesterol and you have a recipe for disaster! Literally.

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So - Om Puri made out with his servant girl. Or servant girls. Don't know if he did two at a time or one after another. Doesn't matter either way. And though his wife who happens to have written his biography claims this revelation is not a marketing gimmick I can't think of it being anything else. Why else would she be so 'open' about it. And that story that came out yesterday of Om being hopping mad at her and all - what a load of croc! As if he didn't already know. I mean c'mon - which wife would tolerate her husband making out with the servant. Unless she's been doing the same with the gardener! Funny folk these rich and famous.

Like I read about the Big B being upset that Shahrukh didn't acknowledge his birthday SMS. He wrote about it on his blog it seems. If I meet Amitabh Bachchan I will ask him: Dude, just who do you think you are - God? Because if I'm not mistaken that's what Shahrukh thinks!

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Speaking of God, this is funny. Or not. Depending on which side of the temple wall you're sitting. People often ask me my religious views. Well, I'm not the most devout of people but I do believe in God. And I do pray. I believe we can't make it on our own. But if you think you can, great for you. Just don't advertise it too much. Because people will laugh when they see you storming the heavens while awaiting the results of a test that could confirm the existence of a life threatening disease or when a loved one is fighting for his/her life, and you can do nothing. Except pray. Beautifully written post by Judy I think everyone should read.

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Albert King - Blues at Sunrise. Live with Stevie Ray Vaughn.