The Weekend Life

We mostly live life on the weekends. Indulge our senses and our gourmet longings. So, Saturdays are a treat for the corny lot--when we have a great big bite from the "bhutta" or maize or corn.

We love corn broiled over an open fire on an angithi, or an indigenous oven. There's the favourite corn seller who does a mean turn with the corn on the cob.

Chewing on the cob makes for wonderful exercise and satisfies the cravings. The transformation from a raw yellow piece of corn to something that is very tasty takes just 15 minutes. Generally, I buy more than one and the toppings range from spice, butter and lime to just butter and lime for the li'l one!

Brushing Pushkin

Pushkin was given a bath yesterday and he's still smelling so sweet.

We brushed him today and boy was it an experience. It started with my giving the groomer a call in the morning--Bharat bhai. He hemmed and hawed & finally gave me an appointment for next Saturday ie October 22. God! That's as bad as getting an appointment with a doc at Jaslok Hospital. Anyway I told him to go take a hike. So, three of us got down to brushing him in earnest. He, of course, got stressed. His pink tongue darted in and out of his mouth nervously. Anyway, I held his back legs and a front paw, Mum held his other paw and then he was brushed to within an inch of his life. I've never seen a dog jump and howl so much. The li'l joker squealed, wriggled, kicked, scratched and whatnot. But I held him tight. His fur is so soft that sometimes I regret that he's a Lhasa and wish he was a short-haired pie pup, like the ones that live on the podium below my building. We did a stellar job with him over 30 minutes. He came out looking like a new doggie. Most of the matting takes place on his chest and near his armpits. It was done. We cheered! Pushkin's chest had been brushed!!

Out of the mindless space

Lit a shuck outta town. We found a li'l hideaway near d waves.
I'm lovin' it & she is too.
Peace at last!
Whoa!!
Ain't it great
Head back to town tomorrow for
another dreary day at the grind.
God gimme a break.
Rah Rah!!!!!!!!!!