Undoubtedly the iPhone is one of the sweetest inventions in recent times. Well at least in my books. And I wouldn’t be wrong in stating, countless others share the same view. Released on 29^th June 2007 (in the US), in matter of weeks the world was gripped in its craze. I remember constantly eyeing eBay iPhone sellers, looking for that ‘one’ perfect deal. (The temporary trauma that came along with my iPhone package, let’s just say I still have nightmares about paperweight iPhones.)

But all that was then, iPhone is now old news. What is in the news however is its rejuvenated version – the iPhone 3G.

The 3G model is yet to be released (a week from now to be precise) and I know tons of folks who can’t wait to get their hands on this beauty. Yours truly included, I mean after all it does fall within my "all things sexy" category.

Besides all the new features such as the two colour options (Black/White), 16 GB option, 2 megapixels camera, 3G wireless technology, GPS mapping, App store and Microsoft Exchange, the most attractive bit of all is its marketed price; $199 for 8 GB model & $299 for 16 GB model. Now when converted into Indian rupees, the amount sounds easy on the ears and the pocket.

But if you go by this report you will realize things are not always what they seem, especially good things.

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Well the title pretty much says it all. And this is not my opinion alone, but that of all those who walked out of the film before I did - before the interval, during the interval and after the interval. As for yours truly, we would have walked out well before the (dud) finale (Question please, who makes 180+ minutes films nowadays?) but mum was sleeping so peacefully, I just didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

In my opinion the Bawejas made a small yet disastrous mistake – they got the lead hero’s name mixed up. In truth, the leading man is not papa Baweja’s beta Harman but in fact Archana Puran Singh. And I kid you not.

The only few genuine laughable moments which caused a ripple across the audience were courtesy Ms. Singh. Agreed her act was that of a cliched Sardarni aunty but when you are faced with squeaky machomaan, his super annoying lady love, chitrahaar of lifeless songs and a couple of si-fi crap tossed in for namesake – you will latch on to anything to keep yourself mildly interested. Never thought I would see this day – but Archana, thank you so very much.

Final words - debutant Harman Baweja’s love story is terribly boring. However, I do believe the new fella will survive Bollywood but duuuude, seriously take few lessons in voice modulation. As for papa Baweja, uncleji I think it’s time you filed for bankruptcy.

There’s something refreshing about a name like Inkfruit, and it’s even more refreshing when it turns out to be a site selling T-shirts. So these guys approached me asking me to review their site, and they’d give me a Tee in return. Now the request was seriously cute, and just because it was so refreshingly naïve and cute, I said OK.

So here I am, with Inkfruit open in another tab, and I’m thinking, ‘That’s called ideating’.

Don’t know how far something this specific will run, and these guys might need to come up with something MORE, but, for the time being, this is a great plan, and I hope it works. ‘Cause, you know, it’s just so cute and refreshing.

Some of the Tee designs are pretty cute and whacky. And these designs are submissions of people – you can do so too. Not just that, you can also vote and rate your favourite designs, and leave back comments. So it’s all nice and interactive.

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While the three other metropolitan cities of India had the Gay Pride, Mumbai’s non participation was definitely a subject of much debate and bewilderment.

I mean, if Delhi could have it, then how come the most recognized city on the Indian map, the city of dreams, the fabled city of chill and chic, didn’t?

‘Hypocrisy’ is the one-word answer I got when I posed this question to a Gay friend. Apparently, there is much infighting and lack of unity among the various Gay groups and NGOs in the city. The divides runs deep between the classes and the masses, and never the twain shall meet - or so he said.

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Before your eyeballs pop out, let me rephrase this. Sex Bloopers that I’ve Heard Of from Friends. And since it is always funner to have a laugh at someone else’s expense, here’s to all of them who’ve been there, done it, and wished they hadn’t. And if you’re one of those sorry asses (pun unintended) mentioned here, don’t fret. No names have been given out. I have a heart after all.

6.The damn zip. And belt. Now this one, I’ve been told by many many. He wants to do it. She wants to do it. And they want to do it fast. But, they’re both wearing jazzy designer denims. And belts tied really really tight. Which take waaaaaay too much time to undo, unbuckle and unzip.

Result? Flagging… spirits of course… what did you think? Perverts! That’s why I say designer wear never gets you any-where.

5.They were on an abnormally high single bed pushed up against the wall and were mostly rolling about in a sad imitation of a Hollywood flick, when the most un-filmi thing happened. One misjudged turn and jack fell down (didn’t break his crown – thank god!), but Jill did come rolling after.

Talk about rollicking times!

4.Now this is a case of first time and the couple, being a set of enthu cutlets, was trying too many positions in one session. A lot of entangling of legs happened, and after all the pushing and pulling, the two found after much experimentation that sometimes, it’s best to keep it simple.

Too much josh and too little skill isn’t always healthy you see.

3.They were fast moving from first base to second, and things were only getting hotter. Then, the girl farted. A dry, non-smelly one, but a fart nonetheless. The friend however wasn’t repelled or turned off, instead, he was really impressed with the way she handled the situation.

What did she do? She Laughed Out Loud.

2.Sloppy kissing. Now this one even I can vouch for. There are the kissers. Then there are the French kissers. So far so good. Then, come the sharks, whose sole purpose in life seems to want to

a) drown you in their saliva b) chomp on everything that comes in their way: lips, chin, nose… teeth. c) be a pain in the neck, literally. d) muck up your hair, as if they’re searching for shrimps.

Moral of the story: Don’t even think about going second base with these buggers, coz hikkies are certainly not their cup of tea.

And finally, (enter at your own risk)…

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It’s quite amusing if one takes a look at recent times Lezzy (lesbian) films with an Indian sub-context. Actually No. Let me rephrase this.

Watching the (only) two Lezzy films from mainstream Hindi cinema was an amusing experience, at least for me. I’m referring to Deepa Mehta’s Fire (1998), and blink-and-you-missed-it, Karan Razdan’s Girlfriend (2004). Of course, the two films differed widely in terms of storyline, direction, and other production aspects. Let’s not even go into difference in the acting department.

However the common thread between the two is this: Both films needed a reason for lesbianism. Homosexuality had to be explained and given a valid raison d’etre: the lead characters of both films were abused, sexually and emotionally, by members of the opposite sex, therefore they turned to other women for ‘solace’.

The latest entrant in the Desi lesbian film circuit is Manan Katohora, with When Kiran Met Karen (WKMK), with newbies Chriselle Almeida and Kelli Holsopple playing the respective lead characters. My inbox has been flooded with mails titled, subtitled and signed off with JMD (Jai Mata Di)-invoking PR for the film. If you are a member of those International filmy Yahoo! Groups you’ll know what I’m talking about.

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