Monthly Archives: September 2007

Ladies, for the record…

Ladies, for the record, the person that I am beginning to dislike is not YOU. I’ve had a few alarming mails and calls come in from some very dear friends, all demanding to know if I was referring to them. … Continue reading

Posted in Self

Poem: Winters, Summers And A Marriage

It was easy enough to decide that they would marry. They were in love, their youth wilting. Rents had gone up 12% in a year. Think of all the money they’d save. Of course he said, he loved children. And … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Fiction

An Uncomfortable Dialogue

Voice in Head: You are not anonymous. Worse still, the person you want to whine and bitch about reads your blog. How do you then rant about a certain person’s behaviour? She’s after all a friend. You disliking her intensely … Continue reading

Posted in Rants and Rambles, Self

Late evening rant, and tamil film music

I’ve written before about the wonderful Tamil Film Music from the 80s. I love listening to it. But I need to figure out which mood is the ripest recipient. Very often, it’s not the sheer loveliness of a song that … Continue reading

Posted in Music, Film and Art, Rants and Rambles, Self

Fair, lovely, handsome and blah!

Shah Rukh Khan is everywhere. Yesterday, after being assaulted with images of him sending out flying kisses to the audience during the cricket match, I gasped and grunted as today’s BBC Breakfast show did a little piece on an advert … Continue reading

Posted in Culture, Rants and Rambles, UK

Yay! We Won!

Yay! We won! When Twenty20 first kicked off, I was very elitist about it. Without quite knowing as much about cricket as the next person, I babbled something about how it was going to kill the sheer beauty of the … Continue reading

Posted in India

Fiction Fragment: Stainless steel and initials

Her Mother came with a rather empty suitcase. And a sullen expression. How else would mothers of about-to-be divorced daughters come? But contrary to Kamakshi’s expectations her mother is rather understanding. It was one thing to deal with the emotional … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Fiction