Mundane Musings

So we in Chennai have almost completed our lockdown 5.0 and we have received news that it is going to be extended strictly until July 5 after which it will be a relaxed lockdown. Oh ho here we go. If the number of cases had come down courtesy this lockdown, at least we would feel a bit better, but that doesn't seem to be the case as of now. The numbers are as high as 3900+ cases in Tamil Nadu and above 2000+ in Chennai today. People we know are talking about people they know who are getting affected by covid virus. It is a scary situation...yes; and the best possible step would seem to be to sit tight at home and wait for the worst to blow over. My biggest concern presently is the non-availability of beds and ventillators in hospitals and hence not a great time to fall sick with corona virus. God save us all from this pandemic. Sitting tight at home might not be a viable option for many. Concerns over finances, work, regular chores etc could be eating us up. But this seems to ...

One minute into episode 1 of the bold and brash Four More Shots Please that is right now streaming on Amazon Prime, and I was hooked. The reason: an extremely sexy Milind Soman features in one of the protagonist's dream. Seriously, it has been ages since I have seen a role do justice to his innate sexiness. He appears in pristine white briefs, looking absolutely delicious, rocking a salt and pepper look. Oh...keep still my heart. I am instantly hooked. Hot Milind Soman in Four More Shots Please But just like how he disappears after the very promising scene where he ravishes Damini right on top of her office conference room table, the series nose dives as it wants to do so many things in 10 episodes, very much like the four hip heroines. What a pity that the makers of the show didn't think of milking workaholic Damini and sexy stranger/boss/ board of director angle (which was done pretty well in Rani Mukherjee's Aiyyaa) during the course of the series. He is none of ...

All it took was a well taken photograph published in a widely circulated newspaper...a picture of a grinning girl in chef's whites holding a trophy with confetti flying all over her and an equally ebullient group, to end the month long suspense that kept me glued to the idiot box come rain or sunshine. All it took was that one photo, published before the actual episode got aired on TV. Talk about raining on a parade. They had given a spoiler alert in teeny tiny letters instead of blazing it across the newspaper as good folks should do. MasterChef Australia 2017 I wanted to tear the paper apart, but you don't live on earth for 39 odd years without some maturity kicking in. So I folded the offensive piece of recycled pulp as calmly as I could and tried to look for the silver lining. Yeah, Ben was not going to win MasterChef Australia 2017. It was Dizey...dear old Diana who was going to walk away with the coveted trophy and prize money. Now that I knew the results, the o...