returned from ol' Blighty last week dreaming of great things following
a very productive visit. During the stay, the man found time to take
in the theatre. He and the High Commissioning one were there to savour
Bombay Dreams a la Andrew
Lloyd Weber. Much to the delight of Ra-kneel in the lead was
local lass Davina, or should we say divine.
the performance Ra-kneel searched the lass out back stage just to
shake a paw and say good show. Hmmm... Sweet dreams are surely made of
everyone knows, Satellite is always late. She has kept even royalty
and heads of state waiting. At last Friday's Environmental Awards at
the Presidential abode however, Satellite made history by being sharp
on time. Four-thirty pip emma, she was at the top of the stairs, about
to make her grand entrance when a minion whispered in her ear that
Rook Man, the ministering angel that is environmental, had not shown
up. And so the lady kicked her heels, taking a bit of her own medicine
for a change, at the top of the stairs. She stood there, glancing at
her timepiece and pouting, waiting for the Rook Man, who was 15
minutes late, before descending to join the hoi polloi.
not one bit irked and vexed at Rook Man was she. "His grandfather
was the father of the nation," she told the mob of gawking,
gangly teenage lovers of nature. "That makes him the grandson of
the nation." It seems that as far as Satellite is concerned,
paternity (or at any rate, grand paternity) counts for everything.
Blood will tell, no?
expose after expose coming at them the Green types
too have been running to the kakhi ones for help, little
knowing that Ra-kneel himself took out the criminal defamation
shackle. And so it was when Boggles ran to the police at the garden
that is cinnamon to complain of the Leading types. The cops in return
paid a visit to the Leading rag to record statements at the behest of
Boggles. No statement was made available but the door was shown with
the remark that no crime has been committed.
to please the political masters the kakhis approached the department
of the general attorney through the CID. No change, no crime was
committed was the advice. And so it remains. But expect more juicy
revelations thanks to Boggles. Ha! Ha!
was in a bit of fright last week when striped type Puli the Deva was
resting his paws at Hil-toon. So taken up was she that through the Pee
Es Dee she sent a team of snipers to the room to see if pot shots
could be taken at her abode.
and behold what pot shots, the abode was not even visible from the
room. Sin no!
Clown Prince seems to be in a generous mood these days. The hob
nobbing with the Wee-flower of the red brothers is rubbing off by the
looks of it. The Clown Prince has decided to allocate one acre each to
the boys who soothe the limbs at home. And now Sa-rath, Gaa-mini,
Shaan-tha and Chandra-siri have an acre each from the ancestral
property at Hora-golla. Atta boy, AB, atta boy!
and Satellite never really hit it off, that we all know. But Satellite
prefers to be far away from the man as possible. When he is in town
she skips the cupboard meeting as was the case last week, but makes an
appearance when Ra-kneel is
not in town. A case of he comes, she doesn't and she comes he doesn't.