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Ladies, for the record…

Ladies, for the record, the person that I am beginning to dislike is not YOU.
I’ve had a few alarming mails and calls come in from some very dear friends, all demanding to know if I was referring to them. Suffice to say, the person who was mentioned was told off and reprimanded. So if [...]

Poem: Winters, Summers And A Marriage

It was easy enough to decide
that they would marry. They
were in love, their youth
wilting. Rents had gone up
12% in a year. Think of all
the money they’d save.
Of course he said, he loved
children. And she was ready
to finally go to Egypt for
a holiday. They were made
to marry each other, these two.
They love the same food, but
without [...]

An Uncomfortable Dialogue

Voice in Head: You are not anonymous. Worse still, the person you want to whine and bitch about reads your blog. How do you then rant about a certain person’s behaviour? She’s after all a friend. You disliking her intensely shouldn’t affect your friendship with her.
Blog’s Advocate: You write a fiction fragment. You know, shift [...]

Late evening rant, and tamil film music

I’ve written before about the wonderful Tamil Film Music from the 80s. I love listening to it. But I need to figure out which mood is the ripest recipient. Very often, it’s not the sheer loveliness of a song that makes me listen to it. The very association makes you evoke another time, a specific [...]

Fair, lovely, handsome and blah!

Shah Rukh Khan is everywhere. Yesterday, after being assaulted with images of him sending out flying kisses to the audience during the cricket match, I gasped and grunted as today’s BBC Breakfast show did a little piece on an advert featuring Shah Rukh Khan. The advert is for Fair and Handsome.
Here’s the Youtube video [...]

Yay! We Won!

Yay! We won!
When Twenty20 first kicked off, I was very elitist about it. Without quite knowing as much about cricket as the next person, I babbled something about how it was going to kill the sheer beauty of the game. I used to love cricket a lot. But I think somewhere around the Great Matchfixing [...]

Fiction Fragment: Stainless steel and initials

Her Mother came with a rather empty suitcase. And a sullen expression. How else would mothers of about-to-be divorced daughters come? But contrary to Kamakshi’s expectations her mother is rather understanding. It was one thing to deal with the emotional upheaval, but the sheer logistics of moving out the house was proving too much for [...]