Once every few weeks there comes along a situation that is so absurdly infuriating in its comeplete disregard for sense of any kind, common or uncommon, that it makes me want to pick a wall, any wall, and bash my own head in.

This fine afternoon, I am informed by a relative that her maasi has informed her, in a combination of a very thick accent and excitement, that according to the newspapers a baby was born in a village somewhere who is not 'sahi' and said child prodigy has proclaimed that this month is really unlucky and so all women with brothers should wear green bangles (chooriyaan). She then confides that she shall buy me some green bangles when she next goes out, "just in case" so that I needn't bother.

You heard it here first, let's all discard common sense, education and any form of intelligence and sit around a fire whilst the wise maasi gives birth to another urban legend that everyone will swear is true and nobody will know the origins of.

Note: To the friend who suggested I should write about Homo Sapiens, I hope you see why I'd rather talk about pigeons. :)