Momo-Pyaar

Years earlier, I had seen this ad in HT, about how your kid was all drinking this smart breakfast drink which made him smarter…so smart that he pointed out typos in the newspapers. And yesterday, I saw the mother of all typos, in the same newspaper. Well, the mother, because it was directly applicable to me for all the digs I have to endure courtesy my blog identity. The review was of a new Chinese restaurant in Delhi, which apparently serves yummy-my-tummy WANTONS!!!!!

Ok, so I have opinions, I let loose on this blog, but I’m not that concerned a citizen that I’ll shoot off a mail to HT. (I did think about it, but naah.) But I am pretty sick of being jeered at with the name ‘goddess of momo-pyar’ by my smart-ass kid brother, and lots of other creatures who think I look chinky, so I must be talking momos. So once and for all, you lesser mortals with no sense of spelling, and especially HT,

WANTON = willful, unjustifiable, licentious, wayward, immodest

WONTON = what Sanjay Dutt needed to identify his captor in some godawful movie I saw last year. What was that again? Yeah – Zinda.

SO,

WANTON ≠ WONTON

I don’t think I’m ever eating WANTONS again!