Maha Astami

The day started with my brass hats nagging me to get up; it was already nine when I got up. A "Panjabi" and a "Pyjama" were all that were needed to gather at the Mandap just to deliver the so-called "Pushpanjali". A lousy job for an atheist! The night saw nothing very "isspecial" at the marquee but only the moppets' boogeying at the music being played and cracking the crackers; without much interference of the "gun-powdered cap roll" guns the night spelt serenity.

Nothing much to speak about but "Something" wishes its readers a very happy "Mahashtami"!