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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Fiction Fragment: Guruji and Pickle

At some point Dhanalakshmi’s mother had become obsessed with Guruji. Her mother wasn’t really orthodox earlier, but perhaps the increasing ache in her joints, a concern for her afterlife and other miscellaneous worries had made her want to compensate for … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: Sastrigal and Engineers

Everyone knew that Boothalingam SastrigalShastriji/ Punjit was a fabulous matchmaker. Over the last four years, he had begun to specialize in alliances with engineers settled in the US and UK. He had a certain golden touch. You could take the … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: Yoga Class

Even with all the luxuries of pinging and constant exchange of photographs, they weren’t prepared for each other after the eight months of the long distance relationship. They got married. They moved into a lovely house and spent the first … Continue reading

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Airport Cat

The flight back to London was largely uneventful. However, I saw a few really bad movies. The inflight entertainment had a lot of good movies too, but I felt like I’d seen them all. Besides, the sheer pleasure of watching … Continue reading

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Poem: Just a Zamindar

Amma, I think I’d like to be a Zamindar. What? A benevolent one. I will have acres of paddy fields. And a mango orchard. Once a day, and if time permits, even twice, I will sit in my white ambassador … Continue reading

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