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I am a week and a day old at my new workplace and so far it’s been a good ride. Even as I learn a whole new way of approaching accounts, and get used to new faces. For starters, the coffee machine is decent, and I have a big desk. I also have an Owl [...]
Posted on September 30th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Borrowed Words | 3 Comments »
Having established that they
could have been siblings, the
lovers now play mother to
one another. Gentle pats.
On the forehead, and the
other’s eyelids drop. Quiet.
On some days, she says,
you are really my mother.
Like when you rub Vicks
on my cold-ridden chest.
Or when you hold my head
in your rather manly lap.
Some lovers are made
for each other. But some,
they become [...]
Posted on September 29th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 10 Comments »
I have to confess that I am following the presidential race in the US rather obsessively at times. It’s not that I actually care perhaps. United States of America is an ocean and a world away from me, but mostly, it feels like watching reality television. Yes, yes, I know, that in the larger picture, [...]
Posted on September 28th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Gender, wtf | 12 Comments »
When she says we should
have been siblings, what
she really means, is that
you and she are very similar.
That in your respective
heads, you already knew
the other. Or that you
probably swallowed the
same moon while eating
mounds of curd rice on
your childhood terraces.
That lovers like siblings
squabble, and curl up to
sleep. And siblings like
lovers, breathe gently.
There is no incest in it
really. [...]
Posted on September 26th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 10 Comments »
While in hostel, he wrote,
Dear Amma, This North
Indian city gets rather cold.
I need a thick blanket. I am
losing weight. I believe I
will go bald if I don’t pop a
few shiny potent vitamin pills.
His mother responds, she
understands his pain. Tells
him that her heart is full of
grief for her heir’s discomfort.
In her letter, she tells him to
keep [...]
Posted on September 26th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 8 Comments »
Reading a very charming post on Indiequill today, a sudden urge to let a certain family cat out of bag. My mother, the eldest of four was a rather strong child. She threw her tantrums and the other three were wrapped around her finger.
At some point in time Sadhana was a very famous actress. [...]
Posted on September 24th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Funny, Self | 9 Comments »
I never know what to make of Bono as an activist. His blog on FT has a rather passionate plea about why the rest of the world needs Africa, and therefor how it deserves more aid. That’s a slightly tricky argument. What if we don’t need Africa’s minerals, trees etc., then is it okay not [...]
Posted on September 23rd, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Marketplace and All Things Current | 8 Comments »
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