A random photo blog

I was going through Monica's photos folder and I thought I will do a photo blog. It is all going to be one liners, nothing specific really.

Here is an angry Lila, contemplating her next move at the breakfast table.












Here is a tiny Lila sitting "still" on my lap. She was very unwell on that day and she had absolutely no strength to anything - not even strength to cry.









Here is Aga trying to play with Nestle and Flossy. Oh well, I should say "harass" them really. He is never gentle with them dogs. They run when they see Aga, in fear ofcourse. Aga misinterprets that as them dogs egging him to play. Oh boy, he gives chase and that is a never ending story.







Another example of Aga harassing those dogs. Not one, TWO - and at the same time. Poor dogs. (blissfully unaware his own trowser was coming off !)











Look at those eyes!. You know where my kids got their big eyes! Check out those side burns baby!











My Dad's camera. It is an Agfa prontor SVS. This may be 50 years old, I guess. I do believe 007 used the same camera in Dr. No! (posh camera at that time ;-))










Aga at the Maria Montessori 2008. Annual photo. Aga is at the back row in blue; 4th from left. (click on pic for larger image)

Clever Anagram

Monica probably told you all about our jaunt to Sccchhhhhhhhhhhhcotland. We went to Edinburgh, Glasgow, Moffat, Drayton Manor and back. (ok, don't ask me what Moffat is and yes, I was told Drayton Manor is actually in England)

At the Edinburgh castle souvenier shop, my outlaws had much to browse and buy. I scanned the many shelves horizontally first and then vertically, never spending anymore than a fleeting instance on anything mundane (at least from my view point).


Hmm. Chocolates: pass; t-shirts: pass; fridge magnets: pass; novelty swords: AGA wanted a few. Ok, buy them & check; We bought what we could buy & carry. I had to coax Aga to forego a lot of novelties he desperately wanted. While the outlaws were doing their rounds, I skipped to the Wine and Whisky section. I had one look at this whisky bottle and my mind was absolutely certain it was a clever agagram (almost an anagram) expertly coined to mean "BROTHEL ARSE".

I was dead certain about it. (Oh, well. It may be my Indian gutter mind.)