Gid die mites

[Guest guest]

Gid die mites! Oye hed a groit toime and a luot of groit dies and oim bike!

(Which in Australian means: Good day mates! I had a great time and a lot of

great days and I am back.)

The Aussies seem to love adding vowels to their spoken English. So like the

tadka that we add to the dal, they sprinkle extra vowels. Outside become

Aoutsoide.

But first let me thank Mihir Wechlekar, whose message welcoming me to the

great land of Oz was the first thing that met my eyes when I set foot on Aus

soil. Fortunately, the govt did not think me worthy enough to be arrested

for terrorism, so I did not need his help after all. But thanks Mihir, for

being there.

Friends, let me get over this jet lag, then I'll post you beautiful photos

of Bikini babes with one of the Shahs running amok amongst them. Ravin will

not complain that I do not go to the sea. Not only do I go to the sea, but I

go to see. I hope Shyam gets an unblackened version of the photos and I hope

Ameet's parents do not put a parental lock over my emails.

Kishore Shah 1974

(Back in a day after readjusting my biological clock.)