Spinning an honest yarn

“Breathe. Be zen. Calm down,” I muttered pointlessly to myself this afternoon, when I discovered that my all-singing, all-dancing mobile had somehow re-set itself to its factory settings.

ie blank.

Not a good afternoon.  My language wasn’t very good either.

The rest of the day has been spent packing & tackling all the last minute Stuff that always seems to happen pre-departure.  We leave tomorrow for a week in Dubai, and are no doubt seriously exhausting our stock of goodwill with the ever hospitable Kumud and Gautam. I am having my knees operated on the 3rd, by another of Himmat’s Dosco batch, Deepak Bhatia. So, along with my camera, my laptop, and “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”, I have also packed my MRI scans and my crutches – seriously, we have a pair of crutches that have travelled the world with us -  they were first used by Himmat when he broke his leg way back in 1994.

So, once again, Delhi Diary is going global.  I may even be devoted and blog from hospital.

Or not, depending on my pain threshold.

So, what are my closing snippets from India ?

After yet another rape in Goa -  a 9 year old child this time – look what the Goa governement has come up with, as a reaction :

But the undoubted story with real potential is this. (Ghaziabad is a satellite town, just over the border from Delhi) :

Brilliant stuff.  Gives a whole new meaning to governement spinning another yarn…

OK, that’s it. Next blog, inshallah, from the Sen Gupta household tomorrow.

Oh.  Defining Delhi image for the next week ?  Well, as I will be trawling malls in Dubai, I thought a touch of Delhi shopping might be in order.  Shahpurjat yesterday.