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Ask Barkha Dutt to shut up someone. Seriously.
I’d rather have a newbie reporter doing things badly, than have BD attempting to create panic, because it suits her style of reporting. It’s like she wants you to not get out, and shake in shock. And for some reason she keeps talking of IC 814 – because [...]
Posted on November 27th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: India, Media | 28 Comments »
I am livid with rage. Mumbai is attacked for the umpteenth time.
Sitting here, i feel helpless. And a part of me is violently shaking with anger and shock. Open gun fire? Grenades? In a hospital? Cinema? Hotels? Train station? What the fuck? Where is the bloody armed force? How can a city be held [...]
Posted on November 26th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: India, Self | 20 Comments »
The venus fly trap on my desk appears to be doing well. After a picky week of refusing various foods, it has taken to fish. Some of its mouths are still bulging with the food inside. Additionally, there are now some new mouths on the plant to feed. I am happy for the way it’s [...]
Posted on November 26th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 3 Comments »
It happens every once in a while. She starts watching a film from forty to thirty years ago. She admires the grace with which the heroine wears her cotton saree. The simplicity of the heroine’s dreams. A house, a baby (or two). The gentle teasing that comes just after declarations of love. The grace of [...]
Posted on November 25th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 20 Comments »
Drumroll.
Introducing Gaysifamily.com. Where Gaysi = Gay Desi. Broom is the editor for the blog, and it’s already fantastic!
Posted on November 25th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Blogs | 1 Comment »
The red in my glass, it comes from
cranberry. Yours, is from grapes.
And yet, given the laughter on this
table, it isn’t all that obvious, is it?
Our earrings jingle, and you admire
my cheap, brass bangle. The dirt
in the joke is our secret. It’s been
dark for four hours now. And it’s
nowhere close to the next morning.
There’s nothing too [...]
Posted on November 24th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 9 Comments »
I never thought I’d say this .. But can someone get hold of a copy of the Andhra Pradesh Intermediate First Year English textbook for me? Please?
I’ve been told a few times that a certain poem of mine has been included in the poetry section. I thought it was someone pulling my leg, till someone [...]
Posted on November 24th, 2008 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 14 Comments »
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