Monthly Archives: August 2005

I gift you this – spices boiled and kissed by steam, rioting in sambhar. Only your stomach could hug the vegetables thus – And gift me, the burp of untamed love.

This the pachyderm of inflatable memory and adjectiveless images who arohana, which avarohana, the thigh slapped injected with carnatic. Grammar with capital first letter leaping into sentence, and corrected, thus slides off tongue.

This post was originally meant as a comment on a post on Uma’s Blog. When the length threatened to spill over and come off the screen’s sides, it decided to make its appearance thus.. Rape, sexual abuse, child abuse are … Continue reading →

I have to admit, I have been sceptic of podcasting. When it comes to hearing things, my longest attention span has been five minutes, except if it’s music. (With special preference to Indian Classical and Led Zeppelin!) So when I … Continue reading →

The fundamental problem with blood is its colour. Red rivers turn to brown, and then become part of the soil(ed)scape. The red no longer hits the eye, and the brown is inconsequentional, and the rust is forgotten. Tonight when you … Continue reading →

We went for a longish walk today. When the sun is prepared to set as late as it does here, the days seem languidly longer, and pour over evenings, and night seems like a crumbling cookie. Over before you know … Continue reading →

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While on the train today from Baron’s Court, I re-re-read Vernon God Little, dying halfway of hunger and of the ennui of an unknown city. And then the gentle probing of a lady sitting next to me begins. I notice … Continue reading →

You look over staircases of blue shield windows and tube light. And scared hearts beat in pin-splah-drop silence, if this conversation, Maybe the last. A forest inside you, with summer flowers and flimsy, If sweaty dreams of the other half … Continue reading →

On some days things don’t make sense. While I have been heaping abuse on Times of India for their insensitive treatment of the Mumbai Cloudburst, I don’t quite understand the otherwise Rediff anymore either! This is news? Two people get … Continue reading →

Time and again all bloggers come to a certain stage where they must acknowledge the life cycle of a blog. Its specific character to go silent in strange times, and then to run stark mad when provoked. This is a … Continue reading →