Radhakund Reminisces: Emma

I am going bananas

It all began off with toroid banana cakes - an abomination, a chimera of three dimensional geometry hybridized with an icteric horticulture product. 

These culinary disasters were duly prepared on every family member's birthday - and sometimes for no specific reason, other than there being a surfeit of bananas in the house - or a surfeit of time for the creatrices (yes they were all rabidly female).

The origins of this mysterious malady can be traced back to the hoary past - back to the very cradle of civilization - Mother Africa (Zambia to be specific). The sibling passed it on to the mate-to-be and just like Mendel predicted, the progeny of the two inherited the dominant trait.

I fear for the future generations - the latent entrepreneurial spirit of the Singh/Sinhas may launch a global chain of eateries serving thirty varieties of banana cake. I can visualize a nightmarish scenario of fast-food joints serving banana-cake dosa, butter banana-cake, banana-cake vindaloo, tandoori banana-cake, banana-cake nuggets and the specialty manchurian banana-cake.

The twin golden arches of McDonalds will be replaced by the twin spires of Banana Cakes Ltd

 

We digress....

The powers that (rob)be then informed us that we mango people lived in a केले का देश।

And now to expiate your sins, I am given to understand that one can offer bananas to the divine powers that be. OMG! Consuming all that banana bhog will cause  celestial hyperkalaemia

Radhakund Reminisces: Generation Gap

Bridging the Generation Gap with an Eucalyptus branch

Memories of these two will never grow fuzzy like this out-of-focus photo

So where is the generation gap?

Salivary evidence of a lot of oro-dental interaction

Canine or Python?

Quote unquote, but different font sizes and wrong orientation

Toe-curling action

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The two of them must have had a reunion in canine heaven

Skyfall Review

With Hollywood’s latest presentation, I thought the worst nightmares of the inhabitants of a tiny Gaulish village had come true. You may recollect that those dauntless village folk were afraid of nothing except the “sky falling in their heads”.

SKYFALL belies these fears. I was under the impression that the plot of the thriller would involve sending back Jamius Bondix back in a time-machine to save Asterix and his gang from a fate worse than death or spare them the humiliation of being bashed up by Julius’s cohorts.

Zero had not been invented back then, hence the dots before VII

Alas, except for some thrilling roof top chariot chases, the film did not live up to my expectations. Sure Bondix got his magic potion stirred and not shaken, his Walther PPK made up for his lack of a menhir and Cacaphonix did a gender change to Adele while singing a more melodious title song. The mammary-challenged lead female was a visual disaster and not a patch on the fuller figured Halle Berry or Ursula Andress of yesteryears.

Spoiler alert: A bit lachrymose towards the end.

Apologies to Uderzo and Goscinny

Yamuna Expressway

Civic Sense - absence

No place for a decent meal. The toilets are surprisingly clean

Dull, monotonous. Cemented road surface cause a high pitched whine from the tyres.

Rasmai Reflections II

Bird Bath Series:

http://youtu.be/QxmehFP3oKM

http://youtu.be/_QyEYMFSxt8 

Rasmai Reflections

Startled Calf

Nilgai on a Misty Morning

Closer

... and closer; chewing the cud, mulling the mysterious misty morning

'Any closer and I'll gore you ...'