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Monthly Archives: February 2007
Inheriting Colombo
While doing the daily roundups for Global Voices today, I chanced upon this lovely post at the The Lolly DJ on a grandfather who landed in Sri Lanka 65 years ago. The piece is so well-written and goes well with … Continue reading
Posted in Blogs, Global Voices, History and Monuments, Random Links, South Asia
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Fiction Fragment: The Right Time
She used to be the fastest reader as a child. Pages would collapse into the mind. Every book gulped. Sometimes not even chewed enough. In the tradition of multi-tasking, she would listen to music. Each day, discovering a new band. … Continue reading
Posted in Photographs, Poetry and Fiction
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Fiction Fragment: The loud woman across the room
You look at her and you think she may be nice. But then she opens her mouth. She’s loud. You cringe. You think maybe her loudness is mostly to do with her discomfort. Perhaps she’s like you. Uncomfortable with more … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Fiction
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Fiction Fragment: Kannamma hates her mother
Her mother thinks she’s the prettiest seven year old in the whole world. Actually, in the whole universe. The name of the child is lost to the wind, remembered only when being introduced to strangers. Kannamma she is, and so … Continue reading
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Fiction Fragment: The name of a park in South Bombay
She clicks on “Compose Mail” and stares at the white spaces. Instead of filling them, she fills her own eyes with wetness. This strange shyness. She had never been shy when it came to flirting, professing love, writing dirty emails, … Continue reading
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Mrs WordPress
LOL! Mrs WordPress! No, really, you shouldn’t!
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You, Me and Dilli
There was a time when I cringed everytime a new Punjabi pop album was released. Track after track of mind and feet numbing Bhangra arranged with little imagination or creativity. Played by boys in their cars in Delhi, thumping the … Continue reading
Posted in Cities, Music, Film and Art
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Look Ma, I won the GV Valentine’s Day Poetry Contest!
I finally win something! No, it’s not one of those fake Spanish scam Lottos, or 20% off cosmetics at some pharmacy. I won the Global Voices Valentine’s Day Poetry contest! Nicholas Laughlin who provided much mirth at the GV summit … Continue reading
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Sit On MySpace
Saw this somewhere near Old Street station. Strange how the online world makes it to the offline one. Especially in neatly written graffiti. For some reason most of the graffiti in London appears incomprehensible. Almost like it’s a script that … Continue reading
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Goodbye DR
DR flies back to India today. Uncharacteristically, I find myself wishing she was in this country for a while longer. When we got to London in July 2005, the first few months away from familiarity were unusually hard. But in … Continue reading
Posted in Family and Friends, Podcast, Self
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Fiction Fragment: He’s not really European
He’s not European. Which is why his system can take only so much wine. But he compensates for his weak stomach and liver, by knowing about wines. He knows the good years, the vineyard, the chateau with the incomprehensible French … Continue reading
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Fiction Fragment: His mother’s sarees
She doesn’t know why her son is annoyed. She wonders why she yearns to impress her son in the first place. What is she to do in this foreign country? He seems irritated with her. Especially when they go out. … Continue reading
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