Monthly Archives: September 2007

Last night, and other such stray thoughts

Last night. What an air of finality to the phrase. It’s just the last night of a visit back home. And yet, it’s the one that annoys me and fills me with anxiety. It’s too late to begin some of … Continue reading

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Fiction Fragment: The Awkward Years

Till the age of 11, she was adorable. This much is obvious. Perhaps it all went downhill when she began wearing glasses. She began twitching her nose, to adjust the constantly slipping spectacles. Or maybe puberty did a bad job. … Continue reading

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On movie titles

Rummaging through the Moser Baer collection, I chanced upon absolute gems. Certain very bad movies that promise a good dose of laughter. And then, I squinted a bit when I hit this CD cover. For a moment, I was absolutely … Continue reading

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Poem: To the temple, Part 2

Inside the temple, you morph in my memory. From a flimsy term like ex-lover, I begin mouthing a soft kannamma. Meant for Shiva and his cronies, I find myself thinking of you as my Krishna. On the floors of my … Continue reading

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Poem: To the temple

He is drawn, not towards the rock solid goddess inside. Tamarind rice in small leaf cups. Atheists have bigger, and better appetites perhaps. The red and white wall (it reminds him of his cigarettes) swallows evening shadows. He once loved … Continue reading

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RIP Pavarotti

RIP Pavarotti. I would have never been a fan of any sort of Opera but for the magical voices of Maria Callas and Pavarotti. Before I am told that they weren’t the best, and that there were better singers, let … Continue reading

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Poem: The Longer Route

Here’s the mistake she made. Falling in love, or as her mother called it, having an affair, with a man whose house was too close to her own. Inevitably, when at least one heart was broken in the pair, and … Continue reading

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At Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary

All this talk of birds, and the early arrival of the migratory birds to North India, prompted a visit to Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary. Compared to the usual national parks, it’s actually rather tiny. But it was a pleasure to walk … Continue reading

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Our love is free, but only for you

I am not obsessed with modes of transport, even if my recent posts sound like that. Spotted today on an auto – Rose is Red & Sky is Blue, Our love is free But only for you. I have spent … Continue reading

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Gurgaon, cyclerickshaws and a drive

There are no contradictions in Gurgaon. Mostly because it never acknowledges them. This city appears to grow more vertical, more glassy every time I come in. With the Delhi Metro work going on, the main arterial roads are traffic nightmares. … Continue reading

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Birds, ruins and cities

How can one visit ruins, and not marvel at the life inside. Apart from the customary mynahs, sparrows, ring doves, rock pigeons and lazy dogs, the parrots breathe a certain madness into old structures. Their blinding green colour, and screeching … Continue reading

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Night rant, conversations and a song

You find yourself in a city where you grew up. Assumptions are made that you will go back to a sea of friends. But only you know that while you are on vacation, the people you grow up with are … Continue reading

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