There is God in heaven after all. And He seems to have batted for Indians last night. :-) On a serious note though, I had lost all hopes of us winning this one - especially with 3 down for 50-odd runs. Dhoni and Kohli seemed to rise once again to the occasion to bring home the victory :-)

I finally did get around to making that honey-mustard chicken. I must confess though that the first attempt wasn't wholly successful. The paste of honey-mustard and other assorted spices didn't permeate inside the chicken breasts. So when I fried them (shallow-fry), the end result turned out to be dry and a little short of taste - despite marinating the chicken for a good 4-5 hours.

So I improvised. I cut each chicken breast in 3-4 pieces and cut slits across each piece with a knife. Then I applied the honey-mustard spice paste and left it for about 7-8 hours.

And it worked this time :-)

I am so glad the new season for "Boston Legal" has started. (Star World, Mon-Thurs, 10pm). If you can tolerate some of the bizarre characters and weird cases, the episodes are pure fun to watch. What sets them apart is that they also give you food for thought.

Take for example yesterday's case of a teenager's right to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. And the question it left me with: am I pro-life or not? I have written about this in the past. I am not pro-life when it comes to terminating pregnancies that arise out of rape, when the life of a mother is in jeopardy or when the unborn child is diagnosed with physical and/or mental problems. Better to kill the child in the womb than leave him/her in an orphanage or on a garbage dump. In a country like India, I don't know which is worse. :-(

Of course, preference for a male child seems to be a national obsession in India. And that gives a sinister angle to the whole issue of termination of unwanted pregnancies.

It was just last week that I was out for my evening walk and saw a family of 6 - parents with 4 daughters in tow. Needless to say, the mother was carrying their 5th child in her arms. For her sake, I hoped it was a boy :-(

If you think Bollywood has movies with impossible plots, think again. Real life sometimes can be stranger than reel life. Here's your proof.

This love story has such an unbelievable beginning that for a moment I wondered if it is a marketing gimmick for a new Bollywood potboiler. And the end is so tragic, it will surely break your heart :-(

God! Am I seeing things? Or have Bangladesh really set up a target of 297 for India? I think now is the good time for God to come to Earth. And he needs to bat from both ends of the wicket. Because going by India's record of chasing a big target, He could be the only one standing at the crease on one side. :-)

The hotshot lawyer in Robin Sharma's "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari" had said that it takes about 3 weeks to install any habit. I am getting a first-hand experience of how difficult it is to stick around for even 3 days. :-(

For the past few days, I have been trying to make it a habit to say a silent prayer for all those who are directly/indirectly responsible for putting food on my plate. But I have not been able to be consistent. I might remember it during Dinner but more often than not forget it at lunch. Oh, and if you are wondering what happened to the most-important-meal-of-the-day, The Breakfast, then let me remind you that Mumbaikars (those staying in Mumbai) haven't been granted this luxury by life :-(

So, if you are reading this blog, please wish me luck :-)

Can someone please tell Chetan Bhagat to move on - now that he has apologized to the 3 Idiots, their families, friends and next-door-neighbors? :-) I would rather like to read about the next novel that he is working on.