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Its all Blag....

Ah the mango season, brings about a twinkle in the eyes of the ardent mango devotee! The pushcarts are laden with various kinds and the ‘specialist’ really knows which one to pick. On a visit recently with the doctor (who is a real chatterbox I must say) he went on about the positives about the fruit. Encouraging us to try the different varieties, one could not help noticing his love for the fruit - so unlike the others who never really advocate gorging on this yummy fruit. His advice was to weigh each fruit in our hands - the lighter the mango the lousier the fruit. Thanks doc, I followed the advice and must say the suggestion has certainly made us a happy lot with heavier silhouettes! I had visited him for an allergy attack ….. Chatterbox of a doctor, but the advice on the fruit was useful, and yeah the allergy is kinda taking a breather. Whew or what?

It was really annoying to wake up one fine day and notice something strange - my lips were enormous – no collagen implants just an allergy attack! No clue as to what happened or which darn bug decided to chew away at me mouth. Cut to the chase, Avil was not doing its magic and neither Allegra. So doctor beat dosed me with a shot and well, the rest is hopefully history. What is it with this silly thing called allergy anyways, we eat something and are fine and then when you drink water or even sleep you get an attack. Well here’s hoping that the pollen in the air decides to stop becoming a force to reckon with and let me go my way for the morning walkathon.

So many people looking for jobs and with the market supposedly turning for the better, the greed with some candidates is disgusting. I was informed the other day by a 30 something professional who was drawing a salary of a limited amount wanting “1 crore per year”! Seriously what gives?

What gives with the whole relationship stuff I wonder, having come across so many folk opting out of the institution of marriage? This ‘institution’ is slowly becoming a farce with cheating, harassment, abuse, greed, etc rearing its ugly head. One wonders what the fuss is all about - get hitched and then ditched is more the mantra I think. When people sprout their love before the noose is around their necks well that is because you say goodbye at the doorstep. Once the knot is tied, well you are screwed, especially if you are with the wrong partner. Trust that is so imperative in a relationship is so misused. One trusts and the other breaks the trust. Wtf!

So that’s it me lovelies for now. Enough of this rambling, or this may soon become a blag! So I’m off to secure my relationship with my .... well that’s a secret for now. More later and here’s to us enjoying the weather and the king of fruits. Yeah didn’t forget the mango amidst all the chaotic spiel.

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