The papers have been full of salacious sauce over the last few weeks. There have been triangles, quadrangles and right angles that people have not even thought up before.

The Triangular Series

Just when we all had our heads sorted around (and here I'm shamelessly stealing from a friend's quote on facebook) "Ayesha who is actually Maha who is married to Shoaib who thought he was marrying Maha but married Ayesha who does not exist although Ayesha was pregnant with Shoaib's child though he had never met her and their photograph together is not the same one that Shoaib has of Maha, who was already married and who he thought was Ayesha but he still did get her pregnant, and introduced hisu00a0 brother in law to Ayesha although she was actually Maha and sounded like Ayesha on the phone" - and we settled down to disbelieve that he had paid her only a lousy fifteen grand for to get her off his back, Sania upstaged the entire thing and got hitched before you could say Ayesha .u00a0 The news quickly shifted to the lovebirds cooing and giggling at each other - if you could call Shoaib's very rickshawdriver-like grunts coos, that is.u00a0

Just when life was settling down to boring yawn-dom and there was nothing to watch on TV unless you toggled between IPL and "Two and a Half Men", the Tweeter Tharoor saved us all from a dry weekend.

The tennis-cricket, India-Pakistan, love tangle triangle was nix next to the new slang match between Sigh-I'm-so innocent-Shashi, Sex Bomb Sue and Sleaze-ball Modi. So Shashi got caught with his pants down, and his hands in the till - but I still don't understand why he got sacked - isn't that par for the course for every ministerial berth?

Didn't a certain actress who was the girlfriend of an ex-Chief Minister of Karnataka get nabbed with sacks of cash? Nobody ousted the erstwhile-Chief Minister who is still very much at large and a thorn in detractor politics.

And why on earth was the BJP crying foul? One would think their ministers were as untainted as fresh iron ore.
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Meanwhile, the poor Modi boy who thought he could turn IPL into a cosy family club is now being skewered hotter than an all-baring cheerleader. Friends on Facebook have deleted him. Friends in power are shunning him. Friends who bid for teams are now covering their, ahem... papers. And Friends Colony in Delhi is perhaps the closest he'll get to being popular in a while.

Who could imagine that the man who had cow-belt crowds, Kazakhi girls and cable rights, all at the snap of his fingers - would be zingered - and in the midst of his cricket circus.

What's next? Get your act together, Bollywood. You're just not matching up to the entertainment caravan.u00a0

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