Monthly Archives: June 2007

Poem: On Flu – Part II

I’d rather have a cold than a cough, Witness this phlegmatic morph. When I have the flu, I feel smaller, From a Wife I become a tiny Wifelet, Won’t you please, make me an Omelette. My head hurts, and throat … Continue reading

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Poem: On Flu

To the weather, submit the meek, Not a Monday, but middle of the week, Yet everything is a hazy shade of blue, For those who sit and wait for the flu. Out of the window, eucalyptus smells, Home remedies, and … Continue reading

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Tagged: Indian Writing

Tagged by Madrasi Chick, I am forced to ponder about “Indian Writing”. I grew up in RK Puram. RK Puram, originally named Rama Krishna Puram is a huge development in South Delhi, meant for housing Central Government employees. As things … Continue reading

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Sivaji: Err.. Not So Cool!

If you’re inordinately fond of watching Rajnikanth on the screen, Sivaji gives you your money’s worth. For starters, the superstar is on screen for about 97% of the screen time. In fact, there are hardly any scenes without him. You … Continue reading

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Poem: The Kids in the Magazine

She shows him a magazine, smelling slightly of an aircraft. In-flight reading in the hands of two eight year olds. They flip the pages with (puppy) fat fingers. She likes this car, he likes that blue bottle. At a certain … Continue reading

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A weekend in Zurich

Switzerland for the kids in India who grew up in the 80s and 90s was just this vast patch of green as captured in movies. Film after film from Bollywood suggested that the only place to honeymoon was in Switzerland. … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: The Tamil Economy

In Madras, a group of very old women with sharp tongues discussed the perils of extinction. What if in ten years from now, no Maamis were left? Maamis are the very core of the economy in Tamil Nadu. They buy … Continue reading

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Indians MOST concerned about carbon emissions, apparently

This has to be the funniest thing I’ve read in ages. Indians cared most about carbon emissions, with 55 per cent describing themselves as “very concerned” about the issue while just 32 per cent of Britons felt the same way, … Continue reading

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To Crystal Palace Railway Station

On Friday, rr and I went to the Crystal Palace railway station. Just so we could gape at it. It’s strangely old world, with huge arches and generous staircases thrown all over it. For some reason it reminded me of … Continue reading

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Supermarket 2.0

Via Dina, this hilarious video on a Supermarket going 2.0 [Supermarket 2.0]. Some really hilarious references – including Quakr and Watr. http://www.glumbert.com/embed/supermarket glumbert.com – Supermarket 2.0 Watch out for the part when the “user” holds up an egg, and asks … Continue reading

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Poem: I am an ant

I tell you I am an ant. And bring small carved pieces of fresh green leaf. You tell me you are Chinese. Deep fry to crispy gold, and eat me. —-

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Fiction Fragment: On Hyacinth

Pushpavalli decides to finally take the plunge. Her first Brown Party. A social occasion where Indian people gather and discuss mortgages, politics in India and the cheapest place to find parboiled rice. It isn’t loneliness that drives her to it. … Continue reading

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