Aishwarya's Daughter

It was a big day for Bollywood yesterday, or for Bollywood fans at least when the reigning queen of Indian cinema Aishwarya Rai Bachchan was finally delivered of a baby girl. A big day and a big deal because speculation has been rife on when Ash would become a mum since she married Abhishek way back in 2007.

Ash was admitted to the Seven Hills Hospital in Mumbai on Monday night. She went into labour at 4am on Wednesday and delivered about six hours after.

Ever since Ash got pregnant, all sorts of stories appeared in the Indian press with regards to the gender of her yet to be born child. Some said it would be twin girls, others said it would be a boy and had to be a boy because father in-law Amitabh Bachchan required a male heir to continue his family dynasty. There was even one strange story about her visiting a fertility clinic in Bangkok to sort of um.....ensure that the baby would be male.

Well so much for all those stories! The baby is finally here and it is a girl, just one girl, no accompanying sister with whom she would have to share mum and dad's affections with. And her dynasty loving grandpa seems pleased as punch with the new arrival, tweeting about the cuteness of his little granddaughter. So everyone is happy, that's great!

So this must be like the luckiest baby girl ever right? I'm not terribly sure about that. The baby is barely a few days old, not many outside the family circle even know what she looks like yet, and anyway she's just a baby - but comparisons are already being drawn with her famous mother. People are calling her little Miss World and Bollywood's new royal princess.

Now that will be a lot to live up to in the years and decades to come. Imagine living a life where the world has already decided what you should be when you grow-up. What if this little one grows up to look like her dad? Do you think Abhishek's features would transfer prettily on a girl? Or what if she looks like some not so great looking relative of her mum.

Well lets hope that whoever she looks like, or whatever her future talents are, both her parents raise her to be a normal and down to earth lass as can be. As normal as one can be when you hail from one of Bollywood's most famous families and have a tweet loving grandpa like Amitabh who will probably tweet her first words and first baby-steps.

"Seksualiti" Will Survive

The other day my mum who was reading news alerts on her mobile asked me, "Hei have you heard about this festival - ' Seksualiti Merdeka '......?" And I was like: "Seksualiti what....??" Then I promptly googled it and oh then I knew! My first reaction? I was mighty impressed that we actually have such a festival here and wondered how come I never knew about it before this. I'm sure a lot of you out there are hearing about Seksualiti Merdeka for the first time too. But imagine this guys, if the powers that be didn't go all frothy at the mouth and decide to ban it, would the majority of us even know about this annual sexuality rights festival that has been around since 2008? Now not only city folks know all about Seksualiti Merdeka, even those in Baling......where is that again? Are up in arms about this event which they fear will encourage more gayness in society......well people will always delude themselves silly if they want to. So what

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Last Friday I walked into a shop at Amcorp Mall that sells hair products and accessories. As I entered, I heard a customer whining to the sales staff at the counter about her hair. Said customer was a middle-aged Indian woman with long freezy hair down her back. When she noticed me, she gave me a look and told the staff at the counter: " You see lar, we Indians all have this kind of hair only." I was quite amused that she was putting me in the same category as her, considering that I don't have a huge lump of friz bobbing down my back. If only someone had given this woman some sage advice about managing her thick mane, maybe she wouldn't be whining and hankering after silky-smooth stresses - which she naturally cannot have unless she resorts to rebonding and rebonding till death, by which time she might no longer have any hair left. If only someone had told her that maybe she should not have her hair that long! And that perhaps she should trim it a little

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