Showing posts with label Leching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leching. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Reasons Roger Federer will win today

  • He’s due. The crystal ball at the edge of my desk is fairly shimmering with it.
  • He has been playing his first gear/second gear act all through the lead up to the tournament and lately, all the better to bamboozle us, my dear! Today! He’s going to do his thing!
  • That boy Nadal is quite quite brilliant, but all that aggression is just a little off-putting. Today is the day for subtlety.
  • I’ve ploughed through the innards of the internet* and would you believe it? Not a single close-up of that incredibly sexy thing that is the neck of Roger Federer. So I’ve pulled out all the stops and the photographers of Roland Garros have been Imperiused to concentrate all their attention on that neck. And of course the perfect photo-op would be when he lifts that glorious set of sinews to place un baiser parfait on his first French Open cup

*for some reason the net threw up quite a few pictures of Marat Safin’s neck. I’m really not complaining…nope!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Gushing on

Ya ali yaar pe hain loota dun mita dun mein apni khudi
Aha why does it all seem so much more, just more when Shiny’s face fills the screen? That song on that Man, the Bhatt gang knows what it is doing sometimes.
I and (a thousand others I daresay) would have said that Shiny is a very silly name for a grown man. Not anymore. Now you can say Shiny to me in the manner of BOO, and see my face light up. I tell you, that man lends dignity to a name. Oh! Shiny, Shiny Shiny.

BTW Gangster’s oookay, Shiny’s fabulous. I desperately hope he does not develop his tendency to overact. He is just perfect when he just is. Thought he was good in Kal, waiting to see Hazaaron khwaishein aisi. Spitty it has to be on small screen now.

Friday, February 24, 2006

The times they are a-changin’. Nai boletho really kya!

If you had asked me yesterday to picture a TCE (those ticket inspector chappies on trains) it would have been a middle-aged, matte-haired, slightly thick-middled, sternish person with a bottle-brush moustache.
Everything has changed today.
Let me introduce you to today’s TCE. He’s 6’2 ish, youngish, with stylishly cut hair, has a body that would seriously challenge a bollywood starlet (is that what they call the male ones too?) and wears a peach/orange T shirt and very well-fitting jeans. Aur boletho, he even has a well-modulated voice and a nice air of reserve. What say huh? I been noticing prettier railway junctions and they say it’s a great railway budget. Do you think our Man is behind this new improved model?
What newnesses new days bring us, no? Can’t complain.