I tortured myself with the Govinda-Salman starrer Partner this Saturday. Govinda is wasted and Salman can’t act even if someone held a gun to his head. Feeling violated, I walked weakly out of the theatre in Andheri. The one who took us there denied it was his idea.

I considered settling down at a coffee shop or something with my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows but my phone rings and my evening plans are set. I took my leave from one disillusioned group of friends to join another, somewhere in Bandra.

The Mumbai bloggers meet up happened on Tuesday at last. These are all the bloggers who attended (lazy is my middle name). And here is a full report written by someone who was there too. Also this.

Will try and write something longer later.

And whoa! I am a Desi Critic!

As I was hurrying down the stairs of Andheri station to hop on to my regular slow local, guess what I saw. I saw two people not in a hurry. At first, I thought I had imagined it. But I fought my better instincts (which push me toward the Mumbaiya ‘faster than a speeding bullet’ way) and turned back to pay more attention to the scene that had blurred past me the first time.