Monthly Archives: August 2007

Half of everything, and autorickshaws

Autorickshaw rides in Delhi are not without their peculiar annoyances and romances. In the dark, you cannot really wave them down. You call out “Auto!” in the general direction of everything and hope that the auto you find will take … Continue reading

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Poem: On Tamil Love

Words like love make him cringe. Instead, like all good Tamil folk, he adores. Or is in constant adulation. Imagining his lover as a film star or a politician. His heart is large, and she is too thin. She must … Continue reading

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Today I am heartless and old

Yesterday while gulping hot momos in a mall in Gurgaon, I was suddenly struck by how similar many of the younger girls looked. It’s possible that I am older and therefore jealous of these nubile young things, and find ways … Continue reading

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Weather, music and QSQT

Just as I finished cribbing about the weather, it swirls around and changes completely. The sky is a strange brown-tinged cloudy mess. You can smell the thunderstorm a few miles away. Sometimes it starts with a dust storm, sand flying … Continue reading

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Going home, heat and drama queens

How can flying to India be devoid of drama. Hobbling on one functional foot, struck by the delay of the trains, I made it to the airport well in time to check in and buy chocolates thanks to Mumbaigirl. The … Continue reading

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Poem: Paattu Class

Amma, I am confused. The teacher today kept singing about some lotus feet. It makes no sense. How can anyone walk with feet like that? I don’t like music. I will not go for paattu classPaatu Class – Music Lessons. … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: Perfumes and Mothers

Jayalakshmi isn’t very used to buying perfumes. Going from counter to counter, saleswomen wave little white wands of perfumed paper under their noses. She finds these smells overwhelming. Her grandmother thought that perfumes were sluttish. Well, sluttish or not, the … Continue reading

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Epping Forest: Cows and an Expressionist Tree

Yesterday, rr and I went to the Epping Forest. The advantage of going with someone who is so consumed with her camera, is that she holds no grudges when you spend an agonizingly long time photographing an object that catches … Continue reading

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A random memory: Cows, Monkees and a Song

Weather is a strange memory-generator. I say generate, because sometimes I am not quite sure if the memory is real. Or if it’s a memory I want to have. Or if it’s someone else’s memory that I have internalized. Going … Continue reading

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Weekend Watch: Chak De India!

I tried avoiding reviews for Chak De India. I didn’t want to be disappointed, but I walked in prepared to feel annoyed. Fortunately, the movie was far better than I expected to it to be. I enjoyed every minute of … Continue reading

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Poem: Pushing Doors

I’ll tell you why I almost hate you. When we were very young, we found an old house, with a broken down door. Since I found it first, (ten seconds before you), it was my body that pushed against its … Continue reading

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On being Offended and Taslima Nasrin

There’s something so disturbing about this incident. When you read these words A group of 20 All India Majlis-e-Ittehadul Muslimeen (MIM) workers, led by MLAs Afsar Khan, Ahmed Pasha and Mozum Khan, stormed the Press Club premises and raised slogans … Continue reading

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