The Cynic

2011-A year of sorts. Of highs and lows. We mourned the deaths of the likes of Jagjit Singh, Steve Jobs, Dev Anand and Shammi Kapoor. We rejoiced over the grand entry of international artists Lady Gaga, Metallica and Pitbull on the Indian scene. We saw Vidya as Silk, gyrating to Ooh La La, and Ranbir as Jordan, demanding his 'haq'. We marvelled over the concept of a Flash Mob, and the sheer ingenuity of Siri. We celebrated a glorious century of Delhi and all the same waited for Tendulkar to get his own. We revelled over a victorious Cricket World Cup and cringed over the insane amount of money spent on a gigantic Mayawati park. We witnessed F1 in India, we saw what happens when the Blackberry system breaks down, and for the first time ever, we actually even tuned into Lok Sabha channel to hear the Lok Pal debate. 2011-A year of sorts. Of highs and lows like any other. And now as the year draws to a close, here's a look at the top newsmakers of the 2011-the five peopl

'Haww! Kitti badi ho gayee hai! Godi mein khilaate the is!', auntyji squealed at my mother. Apparently my grimace wasn't visible enough, as auntyji turned to me next. 'Height achchi pakad li hai na? Aisi chhoti chuhiya si thi-yeh uncle ek haath pe utha lete the!', she punches her husband playfully on the arm. Uncle, who's dressed in his blingiest best, with the golden sherwani accentuating all his unsightly curves. I smile back weakly. You can only hope you'll get used to it some day. I'm so glad November finally passed. I almost thought the wedding season was going to kill me. Up until two weeks ago, we had more wedding invitations in our post than we could possibly handle. I never even realised we knew so many marriagable people. 23 ko Sharma ki beti ki shaadi, 24 ko Gupta ke bete ki, 25 ko Verma ki apni shaadi, 26 ko Srivastava aur Chawla ke bachon ki. Ab bhaago. Add to that all the rokas, mehendis, shagans, cocktails, sagaais, receptions and a hund