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The story is incredible. Scattered all over London are cemeteries known as the Magnificent Seven. The most famous one is the Highgate Cemetery. More than anything else, it offers a strange and creepy peek into the lives (no, the deaths) of people. The saddest ones are often the ones of little children. But mostly the [...]
Posted on February 29th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: History and Monuments, London, Photographs | 14 Comments »
Is it just me or does somebody else find it really annoying when someone says something like “It’s so nice you work. You must keep yourself occupied” or “It’s good that you work. Must keep you entertained and busy.” I’ve never heard anybody say that to a man.
To the lady on the bus from [...]
Posted on February 25th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 22 Comments »
This is such an incredibly beautiful post. [via Marginal Revolution] The photographs are haunting, and the reflections on the remains of what was once a school books depository are almost creepy. Abandoned places have a strange impact. Either they amaze you with their ability to create a whole new world within, or they fill you [...]
Posted on February 22nd, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Borrowed Words | 1 Comment »
The hall was packed. And I mean packed. Every seat taken. I promised myself that I wouldn’t crib about the historical inaccuracies. It’s a film. If I want history, I go back to my undergrad books.
Jodhaa Akbar is full of light. For some reason, a lot of the period films produced out of Bollywood [...]
Posted on February 18th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Music, Film and Art | 11 Comments »
All that they learned about love, they learned from the movies. That men and women declared glorious heterosexual love, sometimes fought with their families, and finally got married. That in the precise part that the couple were sitting solemn and about to promise themselves into a wedding, ‘The End’ would emerge. This was their signal. [...]
Posted on February 14th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 7 Comments »
One of the dubious distinctions of studying where I study is that it is right next to the Royal Courts of Justice. Which usually means that that on days of “high-profile” cases being heard at the court, paparazzi fills the periphery. Sometimes you even get to see some famous person’s shoes. For a split second. [...]
Posted on February 12th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: London, Photographs | 9 Comments »
Everybody pretends to hate weddings. But they all turn up anyway. Maybe it was the free food, or the hope that their contemporaries weren’t doing so well after all. Her asthma was acting up. Perhaps it was the heavy perfumes. She wondered if anyone else knew that exact whiff of heavy silk soaking in sweat. [...]
Posted on February 8th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 24 Comments »
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