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A stiff back

I must be getting older. An otherwise supple and flexible back finds itself stiff and renders me immobile. It all started Monday morning. I like sleeping with the windows open. What I didn’t account was for the beam of sunlight that was going to hit my face. Perhaps in a state of half-sleep, and deep [...]

Posted on April 23rd, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Rants and Rambles, Self | 19 Comments »

On the past

When people ask you to forget the past, what do they mean? What else is there to remember? People then advocate selective amnesia, but truth is we probably don’t have any control over the process of selection. Sure there is a valid case for forgiving, and maybe that is a function of selection, control and [...]

Posted on April 19th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 17 Comments »

Sublime weekend and jazz

A rather sublime weekend. BBC has this excellent documentary series on Jazz that I’ve been catching up on and after weeks of overdosing on 70s Bollywood, I’ve gone back to some of the music that I used to listen to when I was still in college. Yes, I was a fool and did get into [...]

Posted on April 12th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Music, Film and Art | 5 Comments »

Writing, ennui and a general half hearted rant

It’s not ennui. Maybe the lack of time. But I know I’ve been neglecting this space. It’s not like I don’t want to write, but there are these dry spells, where nothing really inspires, and the wells of the heart dry up, and no stories emerge. I suppose the likes of this gentleman would ask [...]

Posted on April 6th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
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Poem: Bus Ride

Please let it be, that it’s a joke, played perfectly on April first. Because standing at a bus stop, I see a couple, breaking up. Even in the dim moody light, of a streetlamp, and the headlights, of various cars hurrying home. They look beautiful. Together. But she takes one bus. He’s waiting for another. [...]

Posted on April 1st, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction | 9 Comments »