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You give me fever !

With FIFA being the flavor of the month , there is very little to talk about these days -Everybody has a favorite team and a a player and they know all the moves and the grooves ,and if not then Regina the soothsayer is there- stepped in the place of Paul the Octopus :)
Chibu declared he is not going to start working before 14th July...job can wait !!!
Our household is the same..the nocturnal routine revolving around the FIFA , and Brazil is inconviniently placed on the latitude for my liking :( Though I too like the Football but have no option but to watch the  action replay!
The week was bad with episodes of hospitalization, helpers leaving and work that's endlessly unending ...looking forward to a weekend with fingers crossed...Ahh how I long for the solitude with  a story book and a cup of coffee...
And amid all the arguments about Messi and Neymar and Oscar and Ronaldo, it was Chobi who made a profound observation.." Kon deshe khela hochche go didi?"- "Kyano?"- " Ki oshobhbho meyechele go okhane...khali gol gol dhaakr jonno jama kapor pore...ogulo porar i ba ki dorkar? " Ahh JLo and the Samba queens, not everyone is  a fan...and personally I prefer "Waka, Waka!"

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