A household name

Okay, someone just introduced herself to me with a "My name is Sheela." and I just gaped at her for five seconds, not knowing what to say. All I can say is that it took an immense amount of self-control not to say the next few lines, complete with the clapping hands dance movement.

Guess that's one more name that will be struck off the new editions of baby name books, along with Munni.

Sibling revelry

My sister and I are on google video chat this morning, and she grins and asks, "So how did you celebrate Valentine's Day?"

"Did you just say - celebrate Valentine's Day???" I asked.

We looked at each other, there was a 2-second pause, and then both of us burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Sometimes there's nothing as heartening as two sisters sharing the exact same sentiment about something. :)

Come again?

So I was flipping through the channels when Viv asked me to stop at one. The song 'Bahara' from 'I Hate Luv Storys' was playing. The song makes me cringe (not as much as the way the word 'stories' has been spelt in the title, or the movie itself, or Sonam Kapoor, but it still makes me cringe for some reason).

"Eeeee. This one? I hate this song!" I said.

"WHAT?! I love it!" He said, shocked.

"I don't understand it. What is "Bahara bahara... hua dil pehli baar ve"?? Is something missing? What does she mean "Dil bahara hua?" What does bahara mean anyway??"

"You don't know what bahara means?????" He looked really shocked this time.

"Erm, no... I know 'bahaar' is spring. What is bahara???" I said, a little embarrassed, because I am always making fun of his knowledge of Hindi lyrics and their meaning.

"Bahara," he said slowly and solemnly, as if he was explaining something to a small child, "means 'come out'."