Pollscape

Two ladies with coloured hair and huge hips stood before me in the queue at the polling booth. The officer asked for the healthier lady's ID. She said she hadn't carried one.

"College ID?" he asked.

"I'm not in college anymore," she replied.

I'm sure she was flattered.

Escape

Do people write/paint/make a film/create a piece of art to escape or to go back to their problems?

Eavesdropping

OK, OK, I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but sometinmes you just can't avoid it. Some people talk loudly and clearly, as if they are inviting you to hear them talk.

A couple of weeks back, I was walking in the park, minding my own business, when three women began walking a few feet behind me. The next minute they were complaining about their respective moms-in-law (what's new?). The conversation's rhythm changed from the usual mundane ("my mother-in-law is too interfering") to the shockingly hilarious ("we lived in the same house without talking to each other for 10 days in a row").

But hey, I'm not complaining, because I had a great time. It was like watching a saas-bahu sitcom without the visuals. I had a good laugh later on.

Did I tell you about the time a saas was complaining about her bahu in chaste Punjabi, and I followed every word? (She didn't realise that some people in Mumbai do know good Punjabi!)

Watch what you say. I may be lurking nearby. ;-)