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She is fantastic at coming up with excuses. It’s how she survived. So over the years she let all her friends know that she hated being disturbed over the weekend. That she switched off her phone because it helped her unwind.
Utter rot.
It all started when she turned 14. Before the days of caller-ID and other [...]
Posted on January 30th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 19 Comments »
This is just fantastic. Dabagirls.com or Dating A Banker Anonymous Girls. More at the NY Times. Given the recession, gloomy financial forecasts, tight purse strings, disappearing purses, pink slips, dirty linen and all of that – this is pop-ethnography at its best.
Are you or someone you love dating a banker? If so, we are [...]
Posted on January 29th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Blogs, Funny, Marketplace and All Things Current | 7 Comments »
Dear Heavily Pregnant Woman On Bus,
That you choose to travel on a crowded bus some five hours before your water is going to break is your issue to deal with. You can use it to blackmail your partner/ lover/ husband/ child some years from now. It might even make for interesting conversation with the shrink.
But [...]
Posted on January 28th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Rants and Rambles | 21 Comments »
I look at you, you strange man,
Smiling, laughing, enveloping all.
Like the Ganga in Haridwar.
You meander through the city,
Slothful, large, mourning in time,
for those who die and burn
In Benaras, by the river ghat.
Muddy, filthy, pure and turbulent.
You sing, and I almost sleep,
Like a river, you keep vigil
I call you thus, my Ganga-Dil.
You play with my toes,
Threaten [...]
Posted on January 26th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 2 Comments »
How appropriate it is that a pioneering aviator should write these fantastic words
“Him that I love, I wish to be free — even from me.”
Incredible thought. But this comes from someone who wrote this as well -
“Don’t wish me happiness — I don’t expect to be happy; it’s gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage [...]
Posted on January 24th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Borrowed Words | 11 Comments »
I must have kissed you.
You must have breathed.
Swift and sharp.
Either the breath.
(Or something else)
Your spectacles or mine
were bound to break.
So we took them off.
The tragedy
Kissing you with them on,
made them fuzzy with steam.
I couldn’t see.
Without them.
I could barely see your face.
I wouldn’t know though.
My eyes were closed.
Posted on January 22nd, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 5 Comments »
Reading news can probably replace a weight management program. This for instance is enough to make me want to vomit.
Girls who become part of a new family after marriage must assume their new surname and all the responsibilities that come with it….
That’s a message not just to my sisters, but to all girls [...]
Posted on January 22nd, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Gender, wtf | 11 Comments »
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