Novocaine for the soul

What's all this all fuss about Sex and the City? Last night over dinner at a close friend place, conversation was rather unstructured owing to the fact that there was 4 screaming girls okay 3 screaming and one quiet, , a irate advertising cursing her own boss type girl, a quiet interior designer,the calm corporate communications girl who incidentally had cooked dinner, her stunned into silence boyfriend at who's place the gala event was and of course me who had as usual been hit by a ton of work as I was holding my little black purse and trying to leave work. So here were representative of the standard youth age group ( exact figures I refuse to divulge), making what would be considered decent money in some countries like maybe Nepal having some rice, dal and paneer when the conversation moved to Sex and the City. The show that men watch for the sex scenes and woman for the clothes and the belief that one day we'll be cool enough to carry off some of the outrageous dialogu

Here I am...finally! Turns out creating a blog isn't nearly as easy as promised. Or maybe in reality it is very possible that given my natural talent for making the simplest of things complications equivalent to algebra,that was happened. Anyway , blah blah..Here I am ...With my very own blog..Very excited about the sheer potential of it. Who knows maybe Microsoft will buy me out and I will share success similar to Sabir Bhatia and have the likes on Zayed Khan and Abhishek Bachan as part or my personal man harem. Hint, Allegations and things unsaid like the name suggests will be my space for ALL my grievances. Rest assured some names will frequent these pages, namely a certain Japanese who incidentally happens to be my boss ( Bridget Jones mother was sooo right when she called them a cruel race) and some maybe enjoy the spotlight a little less frequently . So onwards then.....