Yes folks, its that time of the year again, when shampoo expense is the least and water savings is at an all time high. eww right, as if you don’t skip 2 days and keep procrastinating the shower until there’s more dandruff on your head than flesh on your butt, burger kahinkey!! Chipkey huay baal !!!
Soo anyway, as I was saying, it was winter till yesterday evening when it suddenly turned too hot to look cool in the expensive jacket invested upon by yours truly which hides the love handles o so perfectly. So I had to dump the I’M HOT image because I didn’t need to fake it anymore, I was sweaty like a suwar.
But then there’s still a bright side to that, carrots 
(no bugs bunny impersonations please!) Tis the season of the Gajar ka halwa dammit, and I’ve been craving Gajrela for a week now. If only I’d paid more attention to the blabbering ladis and cookingmen on the Telly I’d have learned to make it myself. But then, watching a Vishal Akrahamak Nar Shair have his way with a deer deep in the forest is still less of a pain to watch than women calling Chef Zakir to almost ask for his hand in marriage. Women these days, they’d marry anything but don’t want to cook. Where is the world going to? Why isn’t there any gajrela around? Who are you?
Word of the day: Ketchup (helps eating anything, especially Styrofoam and your nephew’s fingers)
