Monthly Archives: March 2005

So how is Yahoo 360 anyway? While us lesser mortals are waiting to be invited to the public beta testing, it looks like err.. the movers and shakers have had a look at it. An interesting review by Danah Boyd … Continue reading →

A part of staple diet during the weekend excursions to Vastrapur included hot cups of chai and Parle-G biscuits. This became even more vital during my prep leave which was spent in Ahmedabad instead of Bombay. The chai-biscuit routine was … Continue reading →

You. A nomad who wants a home that moves, sings and even curses in five languages. Spitting on sidewalks, and then letting loose her oiled hair, rubs it on your chest So your hair can grow long and then weighs … Continue reading →

In fact, this would be my first smile and laugh of the day. Today, I had a massive system crash. While data was retrieved, or some of it anyway, I hate it when systems have to be completely redone, it … Continue reading →

Note – This isn’t a technical note on Indian Classical Music, but perhaps a reflection on growing up with multiple cultures and identities with respect to Classical music. It also has something to do with my perception of the Hindustani … Continue reading →

Haven’t posted today. Not really. Feeling like an idiot stuck in a Mensa club. Absolute feelings of intellectual inadequacy. Worse still, when I am told that all my job requires is some smart copy-pasting. So, effectively, I am inefficient even … Continue reading →

I love Coca Cola I hate Pepsi Cola And despite that, I cannot stop humming that damn Pepsi commercial. Oye Bubbly. Hai Bubbly! Oye Hoy Bubbly!! Just love the bit belly buttons metamorphosis into mouths, and the absolute rubbishness of … Continue reading →

Managed to dig this out. Wrote this sometime in August 2002. In Bombay. And feeling most un-poetic. The greyness of the city, after the initial overwhelming lash of rains, seemed to follow me everywhere. Water seemed to be gushing from … Continue reading →

Afternoons sulk into the evening And the heat melts time Furious fingers desktop searching for past lives and Ex-loves, suddenly find themselves Drawn to dehydrated cheeks.

Among other things, the visit to Hyderabad was also about touching base with a few friends. Friday evening, we spent time with Meeta at her place. Now Meeta has a beautiful old house. I am a sucker for rickety beams, … Continue reading →

Three days. And Seven hundred twenty two emotions later. I write again. Going to Hyderabad has a special significance somehow. In six months, I discovered aspects of my own resilience and sloth that I never knew existed. And having come … Continue reading →