What's with the large font?

Anybody who's been coming to this blog regularly (ha!) would have seen the slow mutation in font size (yes, it percolated to old posts, too).
Well, folks, this is the biggest it's going to get.

Why?

Some older folks who read the blog complained that the font size was too tiny. Since their average age was under 20, I guess the rest of the world would face problems too.

Not that I minded the font size. I have a microscope.

Oh, you meant: why will it not get bigger?

Simple. Blogger wants to cut me down to size.
What do you know? I'm important to large corporations... :o)

Eating out

Ever noticed that people who go to a restaurant all spontaneous and unplanned are more confident than people who have a table booked?

It's because people who have a table booked ... have reservations.

Yoghurt for success

Milk, tea and yoghurt are served in the cafe.

Milk and tea are kept in the back, but yoghurt is kept in the front.

Why?

Because... उस की setting है.

ST adds:
When do you have yoghurt?
When you do yoga and it hurts.

Zeera chaunk dal

Wife asks husband: Why aren't you eating the दाल?
Fussy husband: तुम ने उस में जीरा डाला है.
Wife: जीरा ही तो है, मर रहा थोड़े ही न है.

So what is the search engine for cooks (courtesy my friend SB)?
Noodle! I'm peeling लौकी

Glutton Buddhu strikes again

Glutton Buddhu looks around the table, dining table, obviously. Too many delicious things to eat. Hmm, why wasn't I born a cow? They have 4 stomachs.

"Mom? What of this stuff am I eligible to eat?"

Mom: "Anything."

Glutton B (ecstatic): "Anything?!"

Mom (waking up): "Anything not already on someone else's plate."

Now we know how Glutton B got to be that way.

The sure-fire guaranteed hit TV program

The TV channels, faced with declining TRPs all around, came up with a sure-fire guaranteed hit program: a beauty contest for only film industry people!

So, the participants came on screen one by one: Aishwarya, Kareena, Katrina, Preity, Rani, Bipasha, Lata Mangeshkar, Priyanka, Sush...

"Wait a minute," they exclaimed. "What's Lata doing here?"

They tried to hustle her out, but she stuck to her guns. "I'm from the film industry. You said film industry people."

Finally they had to let her in to compete.

Finally, it was SMS time. Zillions of votes poured in.

Annnnnnnd, the winner is.....


Lata Mangeshkar!


Ok, you guessed that. Now tell me why.


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Give up?


It's obvious:
Sing is king.

Are you free?

I'm not free, just heavily discounted.