Thundering Thighs & Sadhana

So, I abandoned this Blog like every effort of mine in life, eh? At least, I am remarkably consistent. However, imaginary readers need not worry. My life is like a Hindi soap, no matter when you tune in, the plot will all come to you. Like that. Just a snap of the fingers and you know who is doing whom/what/etc. Not that I am doing anybody. Sadly.

The only notable progress has been that I have started Salsa classes, my salwar-kameez and fat have proven to be the least of my problems. Salsa is tough and every time I lift my legs, I know how Sridevi felt in Himmatwalla. Thundering thighs are truly thundering. My instructor cum partner looks like one of those guys who got rejected in the first round of Rakhi Ka Swayamvar. Though, as a behenji, I don’t mock people like Rakhi Sawant. Let’s call this instructor – Rocky. Rocky is uber cool – spiked hair and fake Tees from Janpath. He calls me – Babeh. I am not sure if it is meant in a Punjabi way or a Jor Bagh kind of way. Still, it is wonderful being a ‘babeh’.

Went to this weight-loss clinic near house. They used this vacuum cleaner to suck the fat. Except for farting noises nothing was generated. Papa has been after them about the money-back promise they made.

We have new tenants who have moved into the first-floor. One journalist couple, who are pretty, thin and annoying. If I were twenty kilos lighter, I would have their life. Bloody yuppies. And I would also listen to Pakistani bands instead of Rafi. Wait? Why would I give up Rafi for anything? Maaf kar dijiye, mere khuda. Forgive my moment of weakness.

I will henceforth, update this space regularly and update you on my Salsa and other aspects of behenji life.

On that note, a lovely Rafi duet. Abhi Na Jao Chodkar, Ke Dil Abhi Bhara Nahin. Waah. The beautiful Dev Anand and even more beautiful Sadhana. Sigh. When I grow up and become thinner, I want to be Sadhana. Behenji, but hot.

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