Hey. Hey. Hey. The numbers game is on. As of now, it is anybody's guess as to which party will manage to cobble a government together. I am out of it totally. It is such a silly and futile exercise to try and 'guess' in any case. Unless you are a serious punter and have money riding on the outcome.

Have been running around frantically all day. My son ( Caramel Eyes) gave me a fancy pair of shades ( Prada Classics) on Mother's Day. That was a good one. I am a shades freak all the way. His taste is more Chrome Hearts. But I guess he thinks Mom should stick to classics. Little does he know I've been lusting for those hearts all along. My daughters attack the collection of shades I've been jealously guarding all these years. "They are just so vintage", they coo. That's because they ARE vintage, I scream. My son is not impressed when I state how lucky they are to inherit the lot some day. He says he can't wear them to begin with. What about a wife, I nudge, in a not-so-subtle fashion. He isn't buying.

My wonderful Marathi translator, who has done such a brilliant job with three of my books, came over at tea time. Over hing-kurmura, we discussed the political scenario.... and Ashwini Bhave ( wew both agreed she is terrific).And guess what Aparna Velankar got me?? An exquisite gajra made from Bakul blossoms! The entire home is filled with their sweet, clinging fragrance. I shall wear them around my wrist tonight and drive John Makinson crazy ( Bakul can be overpowering). Well, John's a really cool guy, and he is the Chairman of Penguin Books. But I have managed to get John to do a few unlikely things - like dance to Kaajra Re at a Penguin party in London. His astonished Brit colleagues needed smelling salts for weeks. Tonight, I shall subject the unsuspecting gentleman to a serious Bakul phool attack. For more on what happens at the Black Lounge in Indigo tonight..... watch this space tomorrow.