Monthly Archives: April 2005
(I) Suppose it really was a sign that was carelessly left to float across the marine sky Or how for some time and squeezed space the birds opened up into winged patterns and shadows fell in mathematically chaotic directions, But … Continue reading
You are covered with dust today and the trampled, spat on and kissed by fish sand from a city’s beach. Finding you still, and then letting the inertia, make scratchy signs all over your ears. This is my muse. Much … Continue reading
It’s impossible to not have a melodramatic reaction to Diarios de motocicleta (The Motorcycle Diaries). It left me awake and thinking. Both states are dangerous to an otherwise idle existence. I first stumbled on Che Guevara when I was in … Continue reading
I must I really must help my heart keep pace with my mind.
I opened a bagfull of letters yesterday. Letters written to Sri over the last four and a half years, mostly in the first two years.. While technically speaking Sri and I met online, and then met in person, I used … Continue reading
For years I have been very sympathetic to the Tamizh cause. A strange, intangible cause of fighting subversion. Of not wanting to associate with the the Hindi identity. Of protesting against being amalgamated into a hotch-potch Indian identity to the … Continue reading