Offspring

I have spent extensive time with my kids over the last two weeks. My 8-year-old daughter’s only current aim is to be the next Miley Cyrus. So apart from getting her ol man to approve some of her hip-busting moves, she pretty much likes to be left alone to dance and sing. My boy on the other hand at four, is showing Socrates-like ability to ask mesmerizing questions. Here’s a sampling:

1) Can Santa push people down with his stomach?
2) Do bats bite Batman?
3) How is Johnny Walker Black Label made?

I could only answer the last.

Mark the word

When ever I go missing for extended periods, it’s a fair guess that I’m in Pune, India. The only place where I feel no compulsion to do anything. When I last blogged the world was dealing with the financial equivalent of the plague. Two weeks later, the cure is as distant as Galaxy UltraB923X4. In the analysis of the scenario only one of the several mags that I read used the word that is key to understanding the current scenario – Greed. It was Time in their last week of October, or thereabouts, issue. Tackle that or perish again.