The Idea-smithy

Me:
Do you want to be made to feel very hungry?
SNC:
No.
Me:
Look at this anyway.
SNC:
I don’t want to be made to feel hungry. I am hungry.
SFOS: *shaking hands with SNC*
I’m SFOS.

24 hours just never seem to be enough in this city, you know? Every minute, every day feels like you’re running just 10 minutes behind. The one bit I really agreed with this otherwise horrific movie on, was the tightly managed shuffle for space and time. There’s a Rahul (Sharman Joshi) in every Mumbaiker. Managing [...]

Jack’s eyes lazily scanned the room, taking in all, accommodating none.
Gillian paused mid-speech, in spite of herself and her breath stuck in her throat. Then she caught herself and smoothly moved on, ramming her words into each other to create an artful slip of tongue. The ripple of amusement that passed through her listeners washed [...]

I’m convinced that it must be my karmic destiny to live a reverse-life. To enjoy things that most people find boring or bizarre. And to agonize over things that ought to be fun. I’ve been racking and shelving and cupboarding (okay, I’ll stop!!) my brain to come up with something to write that is ‘different’ [...]

Being my own best friend is probably even more powerful than it sounds. I’ve been groping in the dark for faith, for reason, for light. And then, I find this, written three years ago, or slightly longer…by me. And to think I’ve been brooding over bad traffic, space constraints and petty mind games. When I [...]

2 October 2004
Sometimes life comes at you
like a thousand asteroids rocketing through space
And hits you,
one at a time and then more and more and more
Till the reality sinks in
That there is no planet, no sun or galaxy
All there is, is the vast, still brooding space
That you are.

I’m thinking of F who gave me my first lesson on my work at my interview. At an office lunch, shortly after, she skipped dessert. Diet, I assumed, till I saw the others pass on their plates to her for inspection before digging in. She liked looking at sweets and sometimes smelling them, she said. [...]