There is nothing more delightful than being in the company of two super-talented, extremely well brought up kids. For kids like these I'd gladly give up all my freedoms!

Which is how I spent my day yesterday - just watching them do their thing. They were amazing. Pics on Facebook.

Does anyone know where I can get Rainbow Magic books here in India? That's what they want for Christmas. Felt real bad when they said their daddy couldn't buy it for them back home in Australia because they were too expensive*. And this was after I told them that an Ipod and digital camera were out of the question. Searched at Landmark last evening but nothing.

* Or were they trying to make me ullu, you never know!

John Cougar Mellencamp with a song I just feel like listening to right now - Your life is now!

After what Mr. Woods has done, I'd say the phrase "Be a Tiger" will have taken on a whole new meaning, wouldn't you agree?

But why is the world playing judge, jury and executioner? People are shocked. How could he do that? And why? He has everything goddarnit -- Paisa, ekdum jhakkas biwi, bada ghar, his own bloomin' island in Sweden (and God knows where else), everything a bloke could ask for. So why Tiger, why?

The simple fact of the matter is that men will always be men. We love our freedom, and marriage somehow takes that away. So any opportunity we get to re-live those 'free' days we make the most of it. Problem is some of us don't know where to stop. Like Tiger.

My own cousin was evidence of this fact when I was in Dubai recently. The wife being down in India left our man with nothing to do but have a ball. In fact I couldn't have gone at a better time - what with the booze flowing like a river, the music playing loud, the football matches being watched till 2 a.m., and the Karachi Darbar down the road taking care of the catering. The best part was we could hop into the car and take off to anywhere we felt like on very short notice. You can't do that with wimmen - they need prior intimation; they need preparation time. I laughed when he said as we were leaving for Jebel Ali, -- if she were here she'd be making bludy sandwiches! Yeah, most times we can do without the sandwiches.

So does he miss his old lady? To do his laundry maybe. But for everything else? Sure doesn't seem like it. We even went to that pick-up joint I was telling you about. And though they said it was only to show me the "sights", we know better than that, don't we? --Yeah ok, we showed the boy around, but when was the last time we saw ass like that! ;)

Anyway, that's that. What I am really interested in though is to see how the great Tiger Woods plays himself out of this sandtrap. There'll be a lesson in that for all of us. Because the biggest lessons in life come not from knowing how someone went down, but how he got back up again.

Murray Head. With a song that was banned from radio play in the Middle East when I was growing up. Somewhat ironic because if you look at places like Dubai these days, a number like this wouldn't seem so inappropriate. One night in Bangkok.

They were all slightly cold at the start. As women normally are when there's a new face around. But when the party was over I got a kiss from each one of them. Music has this ability to bring down peoples defences in a way that they warm up to you. Maybe that's why from the very first time I went up on stage I knew that was where I was always wanted to be. I loved that feeling of being with them but not among them.

Sadly for me that has been the way my life has turned out too -- so much adulation, so little love. And it's all my fault.

Ben Harper & Alison Krauss. For L. You don't know how much I wanted to.

So nice to be back home sipping my Johnnie Green. Though I almost - almost - picked up an Isle of Jura ... bludy kickass single malt.

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Dubai. Everyone there says the government went overboard. And now this news of them asking for a further loan repayment extension, causing so many to worry. Even the ladies of the night have slashed their rates so that'll tell you. They boys took me to one of them so called "pick-up joints" which is a bar/pub like place inside a hotel packed with stunning drop-dead-gorgeous beauties all waiting to be picked up. Not for a dance, mind you. Though I'm sure most of them wouldn't mind throwing that in as well. If they can dance, that is. Men somehow automatically tend to assume that a gorgeous woman would also be a good dancer, when actually that's not always true.

And the last thing Dubai needs is visitors like me who don't spend too much. If it wasn't for the boys being there driving me around showing me a good time I don't think I would ever have gone. Because let's face it - a popular tourist destination is one that has pretty sights, prettier wimmen, affordable booze/nightlife, and the freedom to do whatever whenever wherever. Dubai unfortunately can offer only the first two. Which is why Bangkok/Thailand is a better option. Or Goa even if you're a little kadka.

Jet Airways certainly seems to have got the formula right though, at least on their flights to Dubai. Such lovely faces on board you can pass the time even if the in-flight entertainment is crap. Coupled with generous quantities of free booze and food that doesn't make you want to throw up, I rate them higher in terms of service than most of the other airlines I've flown with - the European and American ones especially, where the stewardesses all look like they are former tri-athletes and the food looks and tastes like something the engines sucked in.

If I could just request Mr. Goyal and his team at Jet: Wider seats and more legroom please. And by now you should know the number of times the average Indian needs to use the toilet on a three hour flight. Just two at the back on a 737 is not enough. At one point there were at least 10 people queueing up to go to the loo. Which is something I wonder about -- if you need to go badly, isn't it better to be seated than to stand up? Gravity and all that.

Fotos up on Facebook.

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Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals - In the colors.

for you
sitting there
wondering
what's wrong
which song
how long

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.

Overheard:

Girl (checking out handbags at a roadside vendor) to her boyfriend/husband: Which one - black or red?

Guy: Take whichever, I don't care.

Girl: You don't care?? Then why do you care so much what colour underwear I wear?

Guy: Shut up, you're too loud!

Girl: Black or red?

Guy: Red.

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B.B. King, Buddy Guy, Eric Clapton & Jimmie Vaughn - Rock me baby! Love these live recordings.

No pillion. Just you, the machine, and the road. And freedom.

I want!

And if I had to choose a 'song for the road' for this baby, there is only one number I would pick. Because anything else just wouldn't say it. (I should get into advertising, I know)

These boys took rock n' roll to where nobody else had the balls to. Not even that creepy looking bugger called Jagger. Pete Townshend, Roger Daltrey, Keith Moon and the God of bass - John Entwistle, collectively called The Who. Let's see action!

I don't know where I'm going,
I don't know what I need;
but I'll get to where I'm gonna end up,
and that's all right by me.

Not the best of weeks healthwise, but I look on the bright side considering people are popping it at 42! That too health and fitness freaks like Ranjan Das. I reckon it was his theory that 4 hours of sleep was enough to keep Ranjan healthy, wealthy and fine that killed him. I'd have told him he's a damn fool; that it wasn't worth losing his sleep for a company whose profits he helped grow three, four, five times! But would he have listened?

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Dee is in town with the little guy who is growing up sweetly. A bit too attached to his mother which is never a nice thing - boy's gotta be a man not a sissy. If he was slightly bigger I'd have taken him on a bike ride across to the hills that his mother loved so much. And taught him a few chords on the guitar.

I feel people get it all wrong with their kids these days. I see them spending thousands on DVD's, toys and books - everything they believe a kid must have; part of a good education and all that, but really there is no substitute for spending time with your child. I still remember my grandfather taking us fishing down by the river at our island village in Goa and telling us things - things that probably didn't mean a whole lot to us back then or even make much sense, but which I remember more vividly today than any book I read or movie I watched. Because he took the time - to talk to us and show us stuff. I want to do that for my kids, not spend a thousand bucks on some stupid book or sit them in front of a television set or computer thinking they're getting all they need to know about the world, and life.

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Caralisa Monteiro with a song from Rock On. For A. Who seems a little down today.

Why don't you have my number saved, I asked her.

I lost my phone and all my contacts.

Where'd you lose it?

In the office toilet.

Didn't you try to get it back?

I don't think I can get it back. Even if I did it's probably no use.

Why, what happened?

You really want to know what happened?

Yes, actually I think this might be interesting.

I had just finished taking a pee and was fastening my salwar pant when the dupatta came in the way and all of a sudden the phone slipped out of my hand straight into the toilet bowl. I hate those bloody salwar khameezes!

Bludy hell - you should have reached in and grabbed it!

Yes but I did not want to put my hand in piss, so I flushed.

You what?? Hahahahaha!

I flushed okay ... I didn't think it would suck the phone in.

I need to Google this but I'd say you're the first person ever to flush a phone down the toilet.

I was so embarrassed to tell my boss ... and I couldn't lie otherwise they'd have informed security about a theft.

Did you check with Lost & Found? The SIM might have made it.

Lost & Found? What are you, crazy? That phone is probably ... yes!

Hahaha, I'm sure they had a laugh too.

Everybody had a laugh. Except me. I lost 16 thousand bucks!

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But honestly I don't blame her for flushing. You see, toilet bowls are quite unpredictable like that. You never can tell what they will gobble up and what they will leave behind. In what is almost a human like quality, on some days they seem to have this huge appetite and will happily swallow your mobile or even your shoe, and on others they will annoyingly leave a tiny piece of turd behind, as if to say, quite literally - "Look pal, I've had enough of your shit!"

So, lessons learnt -- Don't take your phone to the loo; even if you must take it to the loo don't hold it in your hand coz in the toilet it's better to have both your hands free (you never know for what); don't wear complicated clothing (frankly I'm all for a ban on salwar khameezes in offices); but most importantly: never buy expensive phone.

Anybody feel like sharing their phone-loss tragedies or other toilet related mishaps feel free.

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Last day of Diwali holiday. Still have to file (and pay) my taxes for last year. I shudder to think how much the interest will come to. Terrible, terrible thing - procastrination.

Stevie Nicks & Fleetwood Mac - Go your own way.