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Poem: An Apple and Hanuman

Halfway through an apple,
the overwhelming sweetness,
forces you to compare.
The sky here in the evening
has streaks of pale pink of
soft ballet shoes.
But it’s never quite orange.
I think of myself as Hanuman,
leaping towards the sun.
And attempt to eat the said
fruit, hoping to kill a little
of its English sweetness.
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I am a Malayali, wear a thin lungee

What a delightful song! Queen’s I want to break free sung in Malayali style. Among other things, the song talks about being a Malayali, wearing a lungi and being a card holding member of the Marxist party. My father never sends forwards, but if he does – they are fabulous treasures!

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Aisi Deewangi, School Bus rides and the Early 90s

I am grateful to YouTube. Among other things, for holding early 90s treasures like a song from the film Deewana called Aisi Deewangi.

For some reason, despite growing up in two different cities, Sri and I have similar associations with this song. I am instantly transported to afternoons on the school bus. Going back home. [...]

Losing my friends

Broom wants me to lose all the friends I have left. Or she wouldn’t have tagged me with this vile and criminal tag. She insists I do it.
And to be honest – everyone is. All of us. We form opinions about what is right or cool or acceptable and when someone or something does [...]

Borough Market and photogenic tomatoes

The weather is strangely moody today. We woke to a rather cloudy morning. Dull and heavy. It began to pour later. Not the usual drizzle, but a small dose of thunder and fat drops. When the sun finally came out, rr and I walked to the Borough Market.
There is something incredible about unpackaged vegetables in [...]

A phone call, and it’s all Broom’s fault!

Broom and I have a brief conversation on our mobile phones. During which, as is customary, we say really mean things to each other. About how the other is simply not smart, intelligent or cute enough. Things go as usual. She hangs up. Says she will call later.
My landline rings. I half expect it to [...]

Look Ma, my photos got published!

I am experiencing the sort of gratification that amateur photographers hope for. In the post today, came a book that I had forgotten all about – Synagogen. Die Schönsten Gotteshauser des Judentums. Don’t ask me what that means, because I don’t know any German either. But a while back I was asked if two of [...]