Taj

Taj Mahal's one of the seven wonders of the world.

What's so waah! about it? It had to be on the list. When people around me couldn't stop celebrating, I couldn't stop thinking about Taj.

Yes, Taj.

He isn't monumental like The Taj. He's isn't even a dude like John Abraham. His fan following amounts to lesser than 1/1000th of SRK's.

He's just a guy-next-door, who happens to act in films.

He acts in bawdy comedies and I watch them unabashedly. I hoot and cheer him to keep them coming.

He's acted in recent expatriate film. My eyes widened; just like his, my mouth was a little open; just like his while I watched the film more than once. Acting comes as easily to him as tying shoelaces to some of us.

That's what Taj is - an actor. He's one of those in the industry who knows how to tie his shoelaces.

Chandrika-isms!

Emotions are like rice krispies. The more they are exposed, the softer they get.

My freshly painted nails tell me a story. There's more to beauty than what's on the waist.

Life doesn't warn when it has to spring surprises. So it helps to keep your exclamations ready.

(I know I'm taking the liberty. But it's my blog. Hang on... more on the way. Do write in and tell me if they drive you to irritation or else, use them with the necessary attributions.)