Michael Jackson had it in overdose on his clothes,
Mother Teresa was said to have a heart made of it,
King Midas messed up big time with its touch,
Bappi Lahiri doesn’t realise it out of fashion.
Yes people, gold is the subject of today’s post. Or rather the overdose of gold or any jewellery for that matter.
Heed here, dear readers, my ‘golden’ words for the NRI…
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Author’s Note :
I’ll be blogging less frequently for awhile. A sabbatical of sorts. You know, a hike to the nearby Nepalese monastery and some decent heart-to-heart with some poor monk (NOT!)
Actually more of curling up on the couch with a book and munching on Oreos like there’s no tomorrow. I will still be producing the usual NRI weekly articles, so look out for those. And I have about 6 or 7 mouldy (virtual mold only) drafts lurking in my drafts folder on the comp, so hoping to clear those off. It’s awful to see incomplete works of genius lying about, don’t you think?