Monthly Archives: February 2005

Life?

Budget is out! Chidambaram looks mighty pleased with him. Stock Market zooming. Though the biggest gainers/ losers list seems a little inconsistent. I like the way the government assumes that just by hiking allocation for social infrastructure/ development projects, the … Continue reading →

What really pisses me off is when some organisations advertise like they want to kiss your feet and rub rose water on your butt, when all they want to do is warm their asses on their chairs. One of the … Continue reading →

The symmetry of two hands and then the sparrow sits on the window grill Showing me its quivering butt It then flew away Leaving incomplete this perfect symmetry.

A strangely hobbit like sister lands from Pune, all sweaty and grinning. So sister landed on Friday. The next 48 hours were a movie Marathon. Eating Marathon and Sleeping Marathon. (Should be a Trialthon right?) Start with a particulary bad … Continue reading →

Notes – June 2003. A strange time. After data collection in Bangalore for my thesis, I come back and talk to my Prof. We share a few stupid jokes about how the interviews went. Two days later, I get a … Continue reading →

Notes – Piece written in November 2002. We were shifting houses. Moving from an area that had been lived in and bicycled over and over again for the last 15 years. And a new place. With no familiar street dogs … Continue reading →

For the Last Time.. I am not related to Viswanathan Anand the Chess player. I do not change babies’ nappies because I am a social worker, and No.. I did not get my hair curled. And yes, that is YOUR … Continue reading →

Though this photograph has already been uploaded once, was sort of thinking of about Hyderabad. This photograph taken in Medak was at the peak of work and life in Hyd. This was behind a HUGE Lift Irrigation Scheme. The pumpset … Continue reading →

Having pulled your soul into the pepper pan You ask me for Peter And I shrug For now the householder struggles with roaches Suppose Charlotte never got that haircut do you suppose the web may have never been made?

The shit and the roads in Bombay have a curious love story.

Last year, I met NS for a brief while near Sion, as I was about to board a bus. In her typical style, she came with a big bag. Funny thing is, I always think of her with her ‘yellow’ … Continue reading →