‘Why do you insist on mentioning the name of the Company that connects you.. ya. we all know you use them because the owner is your friend.. so whats the big deal of promoting them all the while… and dadadedadedadedadedadadadaaaaaa…’

So you can see that I have not used the word. Its like restraining me from using the other the word. Ya.. that would be blasphemous and so totally unethical and coarse. And so unbecoming of Mr B. See, you are a dignified guy sir, it just does not go with your character and nature to express yourself thus. We hold you in great respect, we learn from you, you are an inspiration to so many. Can’t have you stooping so low, now can we ?

Right.

But anyway.. just the joy of being with you is an unending emotion. Wave upon wave of wanting to get hold of anything that could interest the FAMILY, EF. Talking of which, I have discovered that ‘EF’ has now become branded entity. Be it the browser, be it the film producer that refers to us, be it the publicist designing the promotions of the next film, they all now bring in the EF at the drop of a hat.

‘This projection sir, is unique. Just think of the possibilities when it reaches out to the EF !!’ They enthuse.

Goodness ! I just did it for the fun and convenience of it. Much like the words introduced on KBC 1 and 2 - lock kiya jaye and dwiteya.. How things get stuck and permanent and start adding value. I must have used these words a million times on other vocations and situations, but no siree, they were destined to be for particular time and project.

Alright. Running into a distraction right now.

Shanouk, has parked his huge frame on the sofa next to me, curled his front paw under his chin and resting his complicated head on the soft cushion, designed by the wife meticulously with great aesthetics, gone off to sleep, taking in a huge deep breath, and almost muttering -’Finally, I get to come away from the kitchen and find my space !!!’

In this, his position of some eminence, it would require the guile of a Machiavelli or the services of a heavy duty crane to get him to budge. Tried every thing. The tennis ball bone replica, ice cream, chase the cats in the lawn… nothing. He shall lift his head rather condescendingly, bear an expression of regal indifference and continue to look at you with the most intolerable insolence. And we need him to move. Guests are expected. Once in this environment he shall guard it from any intrusion, even his handler, that comes in to remind us that it is time for his walk in the park.

Its been an hour now. Would you believe it.. an hour. And each one of us including various members of the staff that he is close to, have pleaded, commanded, enticed him… NOT A HAIR ON HIS SMOOTH ‘COAT OF ARMS’ HAS MOVED !!

It is suggested by the kitchen that we all ignore this most unwarranted behavior and move away from the environs. It would send, they claim, a signal through some remote doggie broadband, that the master has retired for the day and his services are no longer required.

So we loudly proclaim our good nights and bye byes, fake walk away to another room… and wait for Mr S, the piranha D to find his way back to his oversized bed in the basement.

You suddenly find yourself transported to times when we were kids, crouching in the corners of our rooms playing Hide and Seek..!! REALLY..

After an eternity, or close enough, the lines are cleared. S the PD has moved. Silent messages are conveyed, the coast is clear.

Its like tracking Tiger movements at the Ranthambore Reserve in Rajasthan !!

So .. back to Mac and … OKay..ByE.. IPL just started.. good game today.. DELHI vs PUNJAB !!

See ya in the morrow, lovelies..

Amitabh Bachchan