An Evening at Pecos
'You have eyes like my dog's', he said.
How utterly open-ended and so long
the line of adjectives that queued
to fill the pause that followed,
as he stared into my doggy brown eyes.
Years later, with no idea
of what's become of him,
I look at my eyes, remembering.
It was the best compliment
I've ever received.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
pottery posts 1
poems. mostly old. aged at least 6 years.
Hillspeak
Bluegums hide
a thousand crickets
and loom in the mist,
huge grey ghosts.
I walk alone, keeping time
to the music in my head.
Hillspeak
Bluegums hide
a thousand crickets
and loom in the mist,
huge grey ghosts.
I walk alone, keeping time
to the music in my head.
loose talk in limbo
back from an excellent holiday which segued pretty much straight away into a sick leave of some length; which means i have barely been to office the last month or so. a state i find is VERY pleasing and easy to get used to.sigh... monday will see me back at my desk, although strenuously sniffing at the next opportunity for some work-travel. but that's neither here nor there.
i have a bunch of random pics (the ones with people are up on facebook) of food, of food in progress and wierd nothings that caught my eye on my holiday. now if i could just figure out...
Gottit! Hah! ladies & gentlemen, i give to you, The Not-So-Magical-Mushroom! A random concoction of imagination and road-trip snacks that none of us had the good sense to actually taste!
The Not-So-Magical-Mushroom
1 kurkure
1 one small piece of a banana (we used ethakka pazham for its firmness and more robust flavour)
more pictures will follow, alongside random ravings about food and the state of my life. till then, i leave you to imagine what this may have tasted like.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
another grey saturday
my favourite momo is popo,
dipped in hot broth and so so
yummy! his tummy is roly
and cheeks are poly.
my favourite momo is popo.
dipped in hot broth and so so
yummy! his tummy is roly
and cheeks are poly.
my favourite momo is popo.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
spazzed out saturday
sigh... so much time has passed since my last post, i haven't the SLIGHTEST idea where to begin.
many things have changed, some things are thankfully, the same.
i've moved house, and now live alone. there's just one mattress here, which means my friends hate visiting cause there's no place really for them to sit, unless we huddle together like teenage girls around a diary!
i have also not started up my kitchen... it lies, over-stocked with utensils and crockery but no actual ingredients/condiments/foodstuff . pappush accuses me constantly for it, and i lamely put it down to laziness, an imagined hectic-ness and my fear of going to the market for fear of being gypped by vegetable and fruit sellers.
but those two WEE lapses aside, it's a very purdy place and i'd take extreme pride in showing it off; IF i had any friends who weren't wise to the actual inhospitality of it... sigh!
on the unchanging front, the job's the same, the friends are the same and mumbai's still overcrowded.
speaking of mumbai, i had a chance recently to visit 2 other countries and have returned feeling terribly dissatisfied at the crap we put with, and then rationalise with the great Indian, media-endorsed values of TOLERANCE and JUGAAD.
Bullshit! we're failing ourselves AND patting ourselves on the backs for it... supreme dumbass'ness if i ever saw any!
am i going to provide the solution? hell no... i'm the fence-sitter, i just tell it like it is from my high seat. cribber-bitch, useless non-contributing lump of lard, waiting to be SAVED (i'm exaggerating, but not by much)
many things have changed, some things are thankfully, the same.
i've moved house, and now live alone. there's just one mattress here, which means my friends hate visiting cause there's no place really for them to sit, unless we huddle together like teenage girls around a diary!
i have also not started up my kitchen... it lies, over-stocked with utensils and crockery but no actual ingredients/condiments/foodstuff . pappush accuses me constantly for it, and i lamely put it down to laziness, an imagined hectic-ness and my fear of going to the market for fear of being gypped by vegetable and fruit sellers.
but those two WEE lapses aside, it's a very purdy place and i'd take extreme pride in showing it off; IF i had any friends who weren't wise to the actual inhospitality of it... sigh!
on the unchanging front, the job's the same, the friends are the same and mumbai's still overcrowded.
speaking of mumbai, i had a chance recently to visit 2 other countries and have returned feeling terribly dissatisfied at the crap we put with, and then rationalise with the great Indian, media-endorsed values of TOLERANCE and JUGAAD.
Bullshit! we're failing ourselves AND patting ourselves on the backs for it... supreme dumbass'ness if i ever saw any!
am i going to provide the solution? hell no... i'm the fence-sitter, i just tell it like it is from my high seat. cribber-bitch, useless non-contributing lump of lard, waiting to be SAVED (i'm exaggerating, but not by much)
Sunday, March 02, 2008
the creature lives
it's been centuries since i came through here. 'and what's been happening all this time?' you may ask.
much. and little, if that makes any sense, i suspect it does.
much, because it's happening to us (how important we are!) and little because we are just that, little. and silly, and inflated with our senses of self.
so i won't bore you with the much. instead, i'll tell you about the little. small things i have stumbled upon in my cyber neighbourhood are bothering me tremendously-
a) my pal liz recently made her blog 'by invite only'. and because i'm an ass, i didn't realise this until quite recently. she's forgotten to send me an invite, so here i am on a sunday evening, vauguely depressed and wishing i could read her posts, but i can't.
b) my cousin hari seems to have shut down his blog. which is an awful thing. i'll miss his a lot. it was irreverent and refreshingly impersonal (barring a few posts, his were all unravellings of various ideas that he'd come across in whatever he was reading right then, or in conversation. which is a great thing. as opposed to being rants about me! me! me!
outside of this neighbourhood, my life is set to undergo a pretty big change. after close to 2 years. i will be moving out soon to a place of my own (well, a rented one anyway) and the feelings range from 'ho-hum' to 'whee!' to nervousness, the whole hog.
i'm not terribly good at being alone, so it's gonna be interesting to note what the whole experience is going to throw up. mostly, it's going to be a HUGE challenge to shake of my laziness and be responsible for filling my time. there are various things on my list... if only my fat arse/money/time will permit. and they are...
- buy a guitar, and start taking lessons (sankbaba and mahaya will applaud this the loudest, i know)
- the slow and (i hope) fun process of filling my new (small) 1RK with stuff.
- joining a pool, swimming in the mornings.
- learning how to cook. and finding out how the things i make will taste.
- writing in this blog more often, getting out there and making new friends online (no, not in that sleazy, 'come party with me' way)
- having the nerve to go to clubs or Friday Club things by myself (i normally go with my brother, equally bad at mingling and more involved in the music)
there's a bunch more stuff if i put my mind to it. but getting back to writing i hope will be a definite fallout to the whole thing. i started a funny thing recently, for a lark. i am composing a story, in very small, 160 character-sized installments. how do i know the letter count? cause i'm sms'ing them. one little installement at a time, to a friend of mine. i don't save them as i send them. which means, i lose the thread and i don't, as of now, have an idea where it's all heading.
as with any creative endeavour, interest in the project waxes and wanes (it's on the wane now) but i have asked him to transfer them (using blue tooth or whatever gizardry he can think of) to his laptop or some such. so that i can visit it sometime and view in totality the bits i have been aribity spewing forth.
wish me luck. with this, and everything else i am due to undertake. mmmuwahh!
much. and little, if that makes any sense, i suspect it does.
much, because it's happening to us (how important we are!) and little because we are just that, little. and silly, and inflated with our senses of self.
so i won't bore you with the much. instead, i'll tell you about the little. small things i have stumbled upon in my cyber neighbourhood are bothering me tremendously-
a) my pal liz recently made her blog 'by invite only'. and because i'm an ass, i didn't realise this until quite recently. she's forgotten to send me an invite, so here i am on a sunday evening, vauguely depressed and wishing i could read her posts, but i can't.
b) my cousin hari seems to have shut down his blog. which is an awful thing. i'll miss his a lot. it was irreverent and refreshingly impersonal (barring a few posts, his were all unravellings of various ideas that he'd come across in whatever he was reading right then, or in conversation. which is a great thing. as opposed to being rants about me! me! me!
outside of this neighbourhood, my life is set to undergo a pretty big change. after close to 2 years. i will be moving out soon to a place of my own (well, a rented one anyway) and the feelings range from 'ho-hum' to 'whee!' to nervousness, the whole hog.
i'm not terribly good at being alone, so it's gonna be interesting to note what the whole experience is going to throw up. mostly, it's going to be a HUGE challenge to shake of my laziness and be responsible for filling my time. there are various things on my list... if only my fat arse/money/time will permit. and they are...
- buy a guitar, and start taking lessons (sankbaba and mahaya will applaud this the loudest, i know)
- the slow and (i hope) fun process of filling my new (small) 1RK with stuff.
- joining a pool, swimming in the mornings.
- learning how to cook. and finding out how the things i make will taste.
- writing in this blog more often, getting out there and making new friends online (no, not in that sleazy, 'come party with me' way)
- having the nerve to go to clubs or Friday Club things by myself (i normally go with my brother, equally bad at mingling and more involved in the music)
there's a bunch more stuff if i put my mind to it. but getting back to writing i hope will be a definite fallout to the whole thing. i started a funny thing recently, for a lark. i am composing a story, in very small, 160 character-sized installments. how do i know the letter count? cause i'm sms'ing them. one little installement at a time, to a friend of mine. i don't save them as i send them. which means, i lose the thread and i don't, as of now, have an idea where it's all heading.
as with any creative endeavour, interest in the project waxes and wanes (it's on the wane now) but i have asked him to transfer them (using blue tooth or whatever gizardry he can think of) to his laptop or some such. so that i can visit it sometime and view in totality the bits i have been aribity spewing forth.
wish me luck. with this, and everything else i am due to undertake. mmmuwahh!
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