Monthly Archives: September 2008

Poem: Why Mosquitoes Bite Her

Posted on September 17, 2008 by nehavish

She shows me the red bumps angry on her skin. She has been bitten. Mosquitoes chase her everywhere. Her blood is sweet. She scratches the bumps and I try to make her feel better. Kannamma, some send pigeons, and others … Continue reading →

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Fiction Fragment: A Starched Shirt

Posted on September 16, 2008 by nehavish

He likes his shirts starched and well pressed. Pure cotton shirts, creaseless, like a baby’s bottom. She does it for him. She doesn’t mind ironing. There’s almost something hypnotic about watching the creases vanish under the ironing box. Today morning … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Fiction | 26 Comments

In Delhi

Posted on September 13, 2008 by nehavish

Blasts in Delhi. We’re okay. Shaken though. CP is where my sis and I have been nearly everyday for the last week and a half. Not that it means anything. Just shocked really.

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Chitrahaar For The Woodstock Soul

Posted on September 13, 2008 by nehavish

On an afternoon like this, I sometimes think of how I mixed a tape for you. Perhaps the songs were not your style. Or maybe the red heart on the cover was a bit much for you. Absurd afternoon. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Music, Film and Art, Self | 4 Comments

Life Update

Posted on September 12, 2008 by nehavish

I started working with Global Voices in 2005. I’ve seen the project grow from a rather tiny blog to something that spills offline and it has introduced me to some of the most fascinating people I’ve ever known. But it’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Random Links, Self | 9 Comments

Kadai: Her Love and A Mongrel

Posted on September 11, 2008 by nehavish

Kavya smokes. But not like a chimney. She smokes because she must keep her mouth busy. For as long as she cannot kiss Anant, her lips feel the constant need to do something. She then talks instead. But the nervousness … Continue reading →

Posted in Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 11 Comments

An evening with SG

Posted on September 10, 2008 by nehavish

I’ve never talked of SG. I spent a lovely evening in Hyderabad with her family, and the funny thing is, that at the end of the day, there was no recurring bout of nostalgia. SG was my English teacher for … Continue reading →

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Protected: A Friend

Posted on September 9, 2008 by nehavish

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A rant on Blogging and Difficult Hearts

Posted on September 9, 2008 by nehavish

Some hearts are constantly in kashtam (mushkil). I cannot think of a suitable word in English really. How does one translate manasu kashtam. Manasu = Heart. Kashtam = Troubled? Difficult? Complicated? For some reason in an absurdly feverishly cloudy mood. … Continue reading →

Posted in Self | 13 Comments

Rock On!

Posted on September 9, 2008 by nehavish

Someone please tell me why there is such a fuss about this film? Sure, it’s nice to see a “different” film. And it would indeed be nice if the film was even mildly music-oriented. For a film that is about … Continue reading →

Posted in Music, Film and Art | 11 Comments

3 AM Mood Music

Posted on September 5, 2008 by nehavish

Because Joplin comes alive at night, here’s a little Me and Bobby McGee. It’s perfect for yesterday and tonight, for reasons that are beyond anyone’s comprehension.

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Delhi: Kind and Rude

Posted on September 5, 2008 by nehavish

It strikes you sometimes, the random kindness of strangers. These random acts, by themselves insignificant except for a certain moment. Like when you are climbing the steps of a narrow tower, and you find yourself face to face with someone … Continue reading →

Posted in Cities, Photographs | 12 Comments