Countdown To The 28th Day

Saturday, 26 February 2005, 0:37 | Category : Poetry
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The weather is sickening.
Outside the sun is scorching the earth
like something from the kitchens of a very bad cook..dark, smelly, sticky.
The sunlight on my face gives me a headache.
Inside, the fan is whipping a breeze across my face too fast.
Slower it offends my ears with its whirring.
I’m sick, going to throw up.
Food is a revolting [...]

What Are You Afraid Of?

Thursday, 24 February 2005, 12:55 | Category : Spectator
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Darna Mana Hai…..getting scared is strictly prohibited. Of course I would love to be able to claim that this dictum isn’t valid, because there is nothing that could scare me. “Want to bet?” The movie seems to challenge me as it unfolds into 7 different routes into that murky zone of fear.
A couple of years [...]

A Visit To The Bookstore

Tuesday, 22 February 2005, 15:04 | Category : Citywatch, Spectator
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Was browsing through Oxford the other day. What people read is what sells is what is stocked. I can see the trends in our world displayed on the shelves before my eyes.
The management and self-help sections are overflowing. The ‘art’ section stocks what I’d think of as useless garbage with a price tag. There are [...]

Fresh Page

Sunday, 20 February 2005, 15:20 | Category : Reflections
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Pehle se likha, kuch bhi nahin
Roz naya kuch likhti hai tu
Jo bhi likha hai, dil se jiya hai
Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de..
I found I was getting away from myself…I’d lost sight of who I used to be. This week I did something out of character…the one I’d become that is. Questions are flying back [...]

Moving And Being

Saturday, 19 February 2005, 17:44 | Category : Reflections
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Plastic flowers in a cream porcelain jar with painted flowers
Tarred roads…smelly, smooth, jet-black.
Dusty brass lamp…dust is brown….gold is a shade of brown too.
Wooden bookshelf piled high with books to be displayed and yet to be read…atop a cupboard locking away the ones I have read and will never part with.
Discarded silk saree and kundan jewellery…a [...]

Life At The Flat End Of The Bell Curve

Friday, 18 February 2005, 22:49 | Category : Reflections
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I love commercials. I hum jingles and quote taglines in conversations. The TV is on at full blast and the only time I yell “Don’t change the channel!” is when there’s a commercial on air.
I hated school. I still do. I don’t reminisce about the good ol’ playground and inky notebooks and sigh “Those were [...]

Free Floating

Wednesday, 16 February 2005, 22:52 | Category : Reflections
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Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.
Ever wondered what its like to jump off the edge of a cliff and then discover there’s no gravity? Ask me…I’m discovering it right this instant.
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Yesterday I went for a walk on the beach. The sky looks darker near the sea and the waves melt into it [...]