J,
I just saw someone wearing a yellow tee and thought of the day you were in one with that bright pink piping. You didn't know I was watching you. You stepped out of the rickshaw and tripped. You had a new hairstyle too (remember the next day when P didn't recognize you as you walked towards him?). It's a snapshot, just a 3 second snapshot of the moment that I remember. But the memory of you laughing after tripping is beautiful.
Love,
A.*
That paragraph from Soul Pancake is something I have been mulling over. 'Did anyone ever think of me that way?' Then I come home and see this lovely mail from A. Sometimes you shout out into the abyss not expecting an answer and then, you hear a whisper...
*The poor thing is a friend. A good friend, not some poopy ex trying to playing nice.
I just saw someone wearing a yellow tee and thought of the day you were in one with that bright pink piping. You didn't know I was watching you. You stepped out of the rickshaw and tripped. You had a new hairstyle too (remember the next day when P didn't recognize you as you walked towards him?). It's a snapshot, just a 3 second snapshot of the moment that I remember. But the memory of you laughing after tripping is beautiful.
Love,
A.*
*
"Days later, I speak to a bubbly girl who's drunk and wonderful. I nod and hmm and ask all the right questions to keep her talking. Anything for her not to stand up and walk away. It's her eyes. They’re a color I've rarely seen before. I try and remember where I've seen that color last: faded orthodox church roofs. salts in test-tubes in chemistry laboratories. the dark clouds approaching. I want to lay her down and be atop her so I can line up our eyes." (From Soul Pancake)
That paragraph from Soul Pancake is something I have been mulling over. 'Did anyone ever think of me that way?' Then I come home and see this lovely mail from A. Sometimes you shout out into the abyss not expecting an answer and then, you hear a whisper...
*The poor thing is a friend. A good friend, not some poopy ex trying to playing nice.
Amongst my top 5 favorite things to do, I count nurturing plants somewhere in the top two.The others don't matter at this point in time. I was in Grade 1 and learning a thing or two about creepers in school. By this time, I had managed to grow a big bush of button roses from a single button rose which Aunty Rita had snipped off from the plant in her garden, so the plant world wasn't entirely new to me. The plant that grew in the pot at the entrance to the garden was similar the one you see on the left. If you plant it at the foot of a coconut tree, the leaves will soon grow so big that a six year old would be able to cover herself with one. Only it will have holes like in those Satya Paul sarees.
Mrs Laetitia asked us if we knew what creepers were. Being over-eager as usual, I raised my hand, 'I know! It grows in our garden. Broken hearts!' The class turned around to look at me, Mrs Laetitia asked me to explain. 'It's like a money plant but it's not the marble plant. It's got holes. It's the broken hearts plant!' Later that day Mrs Laetitia called Mom and asked why I was talking about broken hearts during the science class.
Today I learnt that this plant that I proclaimed to have Broken Hearts is called the Philodendron. I'm just glad that I can now actually (excitedly) point out to it and say, 'Look Philodendron!'
It feels oddly liberating too. I no longer have to mumble to myself in a soft voice, 'Broken hearts.'
'She went onto talk about how she and her husband wiped back tears because there their son was shining in his homemade, BST(blood, sweat, tears for Jesus Christ' sake!) costume at the fancy dress competition and how it looked better than those ready-made costumes on kids whose mothers didn't have time for them. This in the year 2008!'It could have been my Kindergarten class, and this vile woman-that famous Mother India Momma-could have been talking about me and questioning my Mom's mothering abilities. All because of some stupid costume at some equally ridiculous fancy dress competition. It takes a rare courage and phenomenal faith in oneself to decide to be a mother and I think it takes even rarer courage and strength to be a working mother. It somehow breaks my heart-and makes me a bumbling-mumbling mess of tears-every time I think that the vile woman had so much self-righteous blabber going on about the ready-made costumes on other kids. I hate to think that the woman who's my mother could also have been judged like that that day when my five year old self was dressed up as a fairy-a frilly white dress, a star with a stick attached to it and some shiny headband is all you need- for the fancy dress competition.
Ok, Mother here goes: Happy Birthday to you! (And my turn to say, Mommy I'm so proud of you :D)
That's the mother ignoring my attempts at photography.
Circumstances have led me to pack off some of my belongings - which led me to realise how many belongings I actually have! I had this teacher in school who was rumoured to possess only three sets of clothes (for daily wear; maybe an additional set for special occasions). I am now inspired by this rumour.
My ultimate aim would be to, as far as possible, cut down on the number of articles I possess until all of them can fit into one suitcase. Articles include clothes, footwear, books, electronic items, toiletries, documents (why I still have to carry around a birth certificate, I will never know!) and other sundries. Today, even three suitcases and an additional metal trunk are inadequate to store all of what I have.
( What I aim to keep )
Use and throw (well, give away). Minimalism. That's in for me now. I am just loving the idea of being unencumbered of a truckload of unnecessary objects! Will update when I actually do carry this grand plan out.
Given the massive turnaround this is going to represent in my life - any tips, thoughts, suggestions, advice would be deeply appreciated.
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(EDIT: Items like the car, TV, fridge, PS/2, Wii, wireless router are not counted as they can be resold at short notice)
My ultimate aim would be to, as far as possible, cut down on the number of articles I possess until all of them can fit into one suitcase. Articles include clothes, footwear, books, electronic items, toiletries, documents (why I still have to carry around a birth certificate, I will never know!) and other sundries. Today, even three suitcases and an additional metal trunk are inadequate to store all of what I have.
( What I aim to keep )
Use and throw (well, give away). Minimalism. That's in for me now. I am just loving the idea of being unencumbered of a truckload of unnecessary objects! Will update when I actually do carry this grand plan out.
Given the massive turnaround this is going to represent in my life - any tips, thoughts, suggestions, advice would be deeply appreciated.
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(EDIT: Items like the car, TV, fridge, PS/2, Wii, wireless router are not counted as they can be resold at short notice)
- Location:bengaluru
- Mood:
monday
It's a little strange that we read poems lying in bed wrapped in white sheets and red pillow-covers breathing out soft swirls of smoke from slim cigarettes acting like we stepped out of the 50's and mouthing words like we had stolen them, but we did steal them and make them ours, didn't we?
It's a little strange that when you read your work out it always sounded like you were making love to me,but what you wrote never was a poem or a story How strange then that I found it so erotic? And the coffee. Yes, the coffee. The dress wrapped itself around her. But I won't. And the white russians(which I can't wait to sip again. Will you make them for me this winter?). Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? How intoxicated were we? Sometimes I don't know if I fell in love with you or all the food. It's a Sunday afternoon and sometimes it's hard to get through it. I see your hair is burnin Hills are filled with fire
LA woman, LA woman
LA woman...
Me and my trademarked pose(which includes looking down, nose pointing to the sky, trying to look coy with a hint of a dimple which I think makes me impish) with the bookshelf. On Sunday afternoon when I was desiring poems.
And before any of you starts screaming Why eet eez black and you are in black and all that, let me gently remind you that I was wearing a wine coloured top in the photo and I was listening to Explosions in the sky before I decided to strip the photo of all its colour. Black is the new, er, black.
*They don't rhyme. So? :)
It's a little strange that when you read your work out it always sounded like you were making love to me,but what you wrote never was a poem or a story How strange then that I found it so erotic? And the coffee. Yes, the coffee. The dress wrapped itself around her. But I won't. And the white russians(which I can't wait to sip again. Will you make them for me this winter?). Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? How intoxicated were we? Sometimes I don't know if I fell in love with you or all the food. It's a Sunday afternoon and sometimes it's hard to get through it. I see your hair is burnin Hills are filled with fire
LA woman, LA woman
LA woman...
Me and my trademarked pose(which includes looking down, nose pointing to the sky, trying to look coy with a hint of a dimple which I think makes me impish) with the bookshelf. On Sunday afternoon when I was desiring poems.
And before any of you starts screaming Why eet eez black and you are in black and all that, let me gently remind you that I was wearing a wine coloured top in the photo and I was listening to Explosions in the sky before I decided to strip the photo of all its colour. Black is the new, er, black.
*They don't rhyme. So? :)
This is something Art had come up with a few days back. And the boy has gone ahead and killed his blog. Blogicide happened. If you want, you can ask him why here.
But this is all Art's work. On a picture I shot of a couple caught in an embrace at Manhattan Beach. What I haven't told you is that when I looked at this moment through my viewfinder the first word that came to mind was 'Vacant'. Everyone left the scene of crime as it were and for a moment, it was just the couple on the right and that man looking away on the left. Strange things happen.
Like Bushi-tei Bistro in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. Which I shall talk about on August 12.
But this is all Art's work. On a picture I shot of a couple caught in an embrace at Manhattan Beach. What I haven't told you is that when I looked at this moment through my viewfinder the first word that came to mind was 'Vacant'. Everyone left the scene of crime as it were and for a moment, it was just the couple on the right and that man looking away on the left. Strange things happen.
Like Bushi-tei Bistro in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. Which I shall talk about on August 12.
... as watching a Telugu movie dubbed (very poorly) in Hindi.
My favourite: This movie called 'Mission Vande Mataram', where the protagonist meets a certain M K Gandhi. The producers, at their lazy best, just lifted footage of Ben Kingsley from Richard Attenborough's 'Gandhi'.
Nope. Laughs have never come harder.
My favourite: This movie called 'Mission Vande Mataram', where the protagonist meets a certain M K Gandhi. The producers, at their lazy best, just lifted footage of Ben Kingsley from Richard Attenborough's 'Gandhi'.
Nope. Laughs have never come harder.
- Location:bengaluru
- Mood:
weekend
As I go blog hopping across the internet, these sentences pop out at me; Women writing about their husbands-men in their life, and how they are thankful for: the husband is cool about anything I write, and anything I may want to write. Or, sample this: A bunch of women on a husband whom we love for allowing our girl to be online and on twitter too
Thank you all you lovely men I've dated! You've let me breathe, talk, eat, drink, dance, sleep, cry, dance, laugh, live, surf the internet, access my mail, use the cellphone, have an opinion, express my opinion, watch TV, watch movies, listen to music, talk to other people...the list is endless. How do I thank thee!
Jeez! What else do I have to be thankful for(and ask permission for)? Allowing me to see, hear, feel, taste, smell?!
Tell me you lovely women**, what are you thankful to your men for? Being sane enough to not tread into the permissions and non-permissions territory?
ETA: Does god hate women?
*emphasis all mine because obviously my eyeballs popped out of their sockets.
**if you're a married woman, I'll pray you be blessed with a hundred sons: just explain how this 'allowing' dynamic works in a marriage. I'm not married, see? It could be different, who knows! Thank you all you lovely men I've dated! You've let me breathe, talk, eat, drink, dance, sleep, cry, dance, laugh, live, surf the internet, access my mail, use the cellphone, have an opinion, express my opinion, watch TV, watch movies, listen to music, talk to other people...the list is endless. How do I thank thee!
Jeez! What else do I have to be thankful for(and ask permission for)? Allowing me to see, hear, feel, taste, smell?!
Tell me you lovely women**, what are you thankful to your men for? Being sane enough to not tread into the permissions and non-permissions territory?
ETA: Does god hate women?
*emphasis all mine because obviously my eyeballs popped out of their sockets.
"In a previous life (before Akamai) I was a complier guy, and for my Master's Thesis I showed that just by adding NOPS you can improve the performance of the SPEC benchmarks by up to 9%. This was in reaction to the common practice (at the time) of publishing compiler papers presenting complicated complier techniques to achieve performance improvements of only 5-10%"
One often comes across pleas like "don't go into a book store to check a product out and then come out and order from some online store - it does the physical store no good while you aim for that 5% discount."
Sadly, if 'check out a physical product and buy later online' is what consumers want, then that's what they will do; you cannot fight that. So let's imagine a store that lets people do exactly what they want. Imagine a store that has rack after rack of books - for display. Instead of a physical shopping cart you pick up a hand-held (with a bar code scanner) at the entrance. The hand held can give you complete access to the online information about a product (like amazon reviews, book website etc.). You browse (physically + info on the net) a book/item, and if you like it, you can 'add to shopping cart' electronically. Once you are done you check out - at 'internet rates', and your selections will be delivered by post to your address.
Think of this as a new retail format that market makers like Amazon can use. 'internet rates' should be possible because there is no inventory management at all in the store (expensive real estate). Perhaps a significant fraction of the cost can be recovered from the brands / companies whose products are being displayed.
Hm... anyone got Jeff Bezos' personal email address? Do you think he'll cough up some cash for some thoughts on this idea? :=)
Sadly, if 'check out a physical product and buy later online' is what consumers want, then that's what they will do; you cannot fight that. So let's imagine a store that lets people do exactly what they want. Imagine a store that has rack after rack of books - for display. Instead of a physical shopping cart you pick up a hand-held (with a bar code scanner) at the entrance. The hand held can give you complete access to the online information about a product (like amazon reviews, book website etc.). You browse (physically + info on the net) a book/item, and if you like it, you can 'add to shopping cart' electronically. Once you are done you check out - at 'internet rates', and your selections will be delivered by post to your address.
Think of this as a new retail format that market makers like Amazon can use. 'internet rates' should be possible because there is no inventory management at all in the store (expensive real estate). Perhaps a significant fraction of the cost can be recovered from the brands / companies whose products are being displayed.
Hm... anyone got Jeff Bezos' personal email address? Do you think he'll cough up some cash for some thoughts on this idea? :=)
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- purely_narcotic : Happy Birthday to You [+20]
- kshah : Keep It Simple, Stupid. [+10]
- purely_narcotic : Heh Meh Bleh. Sunday afternoons and Poemoons. * [+18]
- purely_narcotic : In your atmosphere... [+5]
- kshah : There is nothing quite as funny... [+11]
- purely_narcotic : Before I shoot myself in the head... [+63]
- skarra : Making a point [+0]
- skarra : "Browse Here and Buy Online" Book Stores [+0]
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