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I’d rather have a cold than a cough,
Witness this phlegmatic morph.
When I have the flu, I feel smaller,
From a Wife I become a tiny Wifelet,
Won’t you please, make me an Omelette.
My head hurts, and throat itches,
Everything is slow, I move by inches,
Tissue paper over, I give you a holler.
I start rhyming when I have the [...]
Posted on June 28th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 12 Comments »
To the weather, submit the meek,
Not a Monday, but middle of the week,
Yet everything is a hazy shade of blue,
For those who sit and wait for the flu.
Out of the window, eucalyptus smells,
Home remedies, and mother’s spells.
I give you this, another paracetamol,
Moody is mercury, refusing to fall.
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Posted on June 26th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 8 Comments »
Tagged by Madrasi Chick, I am forced to ponder about “Indian Writing”. I grew up in RK Puram. RK Puram, originally named Rama Krishna Puram is a huge development in South Delhi, meant for housing Central Government employees. As things stood, the houses in RK Puram were rather sought after. They probably still are. When [...]
Posted on June 26th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Books | 8 Comments »
If you’re inordinately fond of watching Rajnikanth on the screen, Sivaji gives you your money’s worth. For starters, the superstar is on screen for about 97% of the screen time. In fact, there are hardly any scenes without him. You almost wish he’d go off screen for a few minutes, so you can run out [...]
Posted on June 25th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Music, Film and Art | 13 Comments »
She shows him a magazine,
smelling slightly of an aircraft.
In-flight reading in the hands
of two eight year olds.
They flip the pages with
(puppy) fat fingers. She likes
this car, he likes that blue
bottle. At a certain page,
They stare. These white kids
they look perfect. It’s not
just the colour. It is how
they stand, like little adults.
The sun seems to [...]
Posted on June 22nd, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 9 Comments »
Switzerland for the kids in India who grew up in the 80s and 90s was just this vast patch of green as captured in movies. Film after film from Bollywood suggested that the only place to honeymoon was in Switzerland. In the company of many lakes, green pastures and cows. I still remember a very [...]
Posted on June 18th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Family and Friends, Photographs, Sri, Travel | 14 Comments »
In Madras, a group of very old women with sharp tongues discussed the perils of extinction. What if in ten years from now, no Maamis were left? Maamis are the very core of the economy in Tamil Nadu. They buy tonnes of jasmine, which keeps a lot of people very happy. They provide matchmaking services [...]
Posted on June 13th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 17 Comments »
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