> My hair refuses normally to be all straight and silky and conformist. Usually it's off doing its own thing, you know, just hangin' by the forehead, chillin' with the earlobes, etc. And also on normal days, especially when I wash it, it forgets it's attached to my scalp and tries to take off. So my sideburns peel themselves away from my cheek at rabid right angles, the hair at the back of my head goes, "Whee! Off we go!" and all because I have dared to clean it. Who does she think she is? asks my hair, does she think she owns us or something? So, last week I invested in a bottle of Lakme HairNext, coz you know, the ads show this chick all shiny haired and tame, and I used it this morning, much encouraged by the fact that it smelt yummy and I really felt it behave, I really, really did, right after I got out of the shower. And so, breathless with anticipation I waited for it to dry and well, yeah it is sitting down for the most part, only now my hair is sulking, so if I happen to push a strand of hair out of my eyes, it'll stay there--vertical and affronted. I'm threatening to shave it off now, which would be apt revenge for this one day that I went into work and my colleagues helpfully informed me that I had two perfectly formed devil's horns, sticking out at either side of my head. Grarh.
> Some people have too much money. I could however suggest better uses for it than this. And the text next to it just about finished me: What prince wouldn't want to see his iPod in this raspberry beret? What prince? Me, I don't care if my iPod's naked. Does that make me a bad person? Oh my god, I'm totally going to be the kind of mother who lets their kids run around in just a diaper, right? And if that wasn't enough--this makes it worse. Do you have an iPod hat rack? Dude, seriously, send me some of that cash, I'll make you an iPod sarong, with my own two hands--using just one of my old t-shirts! It's a miracle.
> The weather has been so kick-ass in Delhi recently. It's been drizzling off and on, and the smell of wet earth is everywhere. It makes me feel like an old Hindi movie heroine. As a result, my music list these days is only Hindi songs. English songs which are mellow are also mainly very sad. (Except Wonderwall. I've been singing it very loudly and tunelessly in the shower.) So when I'm driving, with my windows down and my iPod plugged into my ears you can bet it's either Sajna Ve Sajna or like something very mushy like Pehla Nasha. It's Hindi music weather, if you know what that means, and if you don't, it's really tough for me to explain. It's like raininess brings out all the Bollywood cliches of dancing around trees in a wet sari for me, and the music is just an appropriate soundtrack.
> Ooh and we have a new fridge! All this while we've been using Small's minibar type fridge, coz we've had a lot of bad luck with fridges. The one we rented refused to work after a while too--turning into a freezer, and we figured we'd wait till it got a little hotter before we invested in a new one. This one is beautiful, I've never really loved a household appliance so much, and is called Godfrey Smythe-Godrej III. It's a good name. And we're loving organising our stuff inside it also--filling up bottles with water, adding Tupperware containers, buying milk. Household stuff is fun when you don't have to do it.