In winter I become the conservative that I really am.

I got two presents this Christmas.
I loved them both.
Thank tha thank thank.


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Four somewhat known things about me [Because I'm bored. I hate Sundays.]

-I always thought I liked photography, music, french and something else. The truth is I don't. What I do like is football and drawing.
- I can't bear cold water baths, even in summer.
-I always answer my phone [when I hear it ringing, which is more not than often]
-I have a very unconvincing fake smile.

Plugged in.
Played.

Some days I feel like being a long sleeved, dupatta, slawar girl.

When I was little, I couldn't wait for my front teeth to fall out.
Firstly, so that I could sing 'All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth'.
And secondly, so that they'd grow into big bunny teeth just like Joanne's.
I did and they did.
:)

Christmas Goodies, Cheer and What not

So Sneha's [My Born Again Believer roomate/Landlady] church, girls youth, is going carol singing this pre Christmas weekend and as usual they're forcing the girls [ie. Me] to cook some Christmas delights that they intend to unleash on the unsuspecting. In, mind you, exchange for moolah. It doesn't stop there. Next the the unsuspectings have to listen to us sing. Have you ever been in a room where your ears tried to close themselves? Or make themselves go deaf? I'm not kidding. My ears tried. So hard. And I'm one of the singers.
So back to the 'Christmas delights'. It started with the three of us who were assigned the ordeal of Chutney sandwiches followed by a quick, 'Do any of you know how to cook??' No, none of us can cook. So I say, 'Chocolate Fudge!' thinking how difficult can that be. So it's decided and we decided on a day to make it. Then one of the three can't make it, so the two of the three decide to get on with it.
Only, when one of the two of the three [Me, that is] is in the supermarket, her eye happens to fall upon Ready Make Cake Mix!! How cool is that?? Three boxes are excitedly picked up and a hurried phone call to inform the change of menu.

Conclusion?
They're getting bakery biscuits from Mr. Baker opposite my house which we're going to pass off as home made.

Three unopened boxes of Instant cake mix anyone?

List of questions to annoy the Mother of the Baby

-Do you think we can tan her [the Baby]? She's so white.
-What colour are her eyes now?
-Does she look anything like me [the Aunt]?

------
The answers to the above, in case anyone's interested:
-She is not soo white and no I don't want to tan her, thank you very much.
-Brown.
-No, but she does tend to act like you. For eg. she can't go to sleep without having a bath and she likes to put her legs up and cross them.

December resolution

To pick fights with people, just like that.
Like that annoying born again believer girl for a start.

Mood: Gleeful

Check List

-Finish Christmas gift shopping
-Post Christmas gift shopping
-Buy a bit of land
-Cook
-Visit mangy relatives and answer annoying questions about future life plans
-Pick up vitamins
-Make chocolate fudge with two little girls. Dammit! I forgot.
-Tell Mamma I'm going bald [I'm not, but I might be]

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Enjoy!

Southpark. Psychotic.

http://images.southparkstudios.com/games/create/

On chain smoking

He just doesn't say going for a smoke anymore.
He says he'll be right back [and inserts an approximate time frame]
As if I dont' know.
:)

The new baby

He- Is she perfect?
She counted her fingers and toes. Ten. Ten.
She- She is!



:)
[For Megan Sitara Bouvier]

No one believes in God.
But I missed the rain.
And it did.

Me- I wish you were here. It's damn cold.
He- So what would we do if I was there?
Me- [in my head] Get under a quilt and make out you idiot.
[aloud] I suppose we could build a fire.





:)
[I'm messing around!!]

Category: Fiction, mostly

Do you know how it rained?
Like mad.

Goondus :)

Love, love, love them.

[Brandi's puppies. I missed them :S Don't they look like seals?]

LoungeP starring in Maya as themselves

... and upon seeing all his near and dear ones across the monitors, George put down his drum sticks, and in a voice filled with apprehension asked his charioteer, "Do I see things Lord Kamal? Are these the very people who pinched my cheeks when I was a little child running around in Kotayam? I can't play drums in front of these people Lord Kamal, please turn this chariot around and take me home". Upon hearing which, Lord Kamal jumped out and facing his drummer said, "Mr George, life is fleeting. You are born, your cheeks get pinched, you steal mangoes, you grow up, you go to school, you bunk your way through college. Some become engineers some become daacturs. Some become rich and some become artists and musicians. Look, check this out." And Lord Kamal became small small small until he was not visible anymore to George's naked eyes. "Now check this out", he continued and became big big big big, soooo big, and when he laughed, the bedazzled George could see the entire universe in his mouth. And returning to his normal size Lord Kamal spake thus, "So you see George, this is Maya and you're the drummer. Now pick up your sticks and play".

And that did the trick.

Lounge Piranha is playing at Maya (above The Bombay Stores, MG Road) today and they are absolutely awesome, don't believe me? Check this out PIRANHA

Soul selling

The last time.. I remember.
The last time was that day,
We were both pissed off with the world and life in general.
[Boys, what else.]
We were lying down on the circular rug in the centre of your room
And then we started to take pictures of ourselves, for fun
And it was :) we couldn't stop laughing at each other.
You can be pretty funny looking you know.
Your mum popped her head in
'What's the matter with you girls'? she smiled and went away.
Yeah, that was the last time.

Me:Advertising has taken over the world..
I don't know if I'm pleased about that.
He:Don't be.

We broke the bed.

The official reason:
He sat on it. It broke.
Yes,just like that.

The real reason:
He was talking to this girl on the phone, trying to impress her and telling her that he was born and brought up in Bangalore when I loudly yell that he's lying and that he was born and bred in Kerela and that he had to go to a special speech school to fix his speech.
So he says. 'One minute' to the girl and then..believe it or not, he tackles me!
And that's how the bed really broke.

These boys these days!

I Need
I Want
I Feel
I Don't



[.]

Category:Fiction

'This hair cut suits you! You look so happy. Not that you looked unhappy before [a hurried inclusion], more, like you were missing your family or you were heartbroken [her face was searched for a sign or an indication]'.

She smiled.
'Ironic',she thought.

For the first time in years, she had cried herself to sleep the night before.

I feel like sitting in a box
And staying there for a while
Or forever
Doesn't matter


[Note to self: Make air holes]

She always dreams of rain.

Crap Photographs

I know.
It's just that.
It's been so long since I laughed like that.
:)

[Side note: I was trying to take a picture of my new haircut to show everybody. The stupid JUST wouldn't let me]

Like, when you see a rainbow you'll know it's raining.
-Law Castelino

:)

Cool Aunt Marlene [temporary stand in for Cool Aunt Kiran] and our celebrity baby

There were a hundred thoughts racing across her mind.
A thousand words waiting to escape her lips.
She chose to say nothing at all.

When she says that something is ugly
Like a fish or a person
I tell her that they probably think she's ugly too
She can hardly bear it.

It amuses me to mess with her head.

Lilliputs

Since I was around a bunch of little girls this weekend.

I also

Got a beany baby cow for Megan.
And by the time I send it, she might even be old enough to play with it!

My weekend: The little girl

-We established that she was my most excellent fan.
-Painted pictures.
-Untaught her to say Shit and taught her to say Oh Dear! instead.
-Tried teaching her to say, 'Barbie sucks'. Not too much progress. Yet.
-Took a couple of pictures.

Do you remember? :)

I broke your red bubble bath fish.
It was an accident. I promise. It really was.
I only stood on it.
I didn't expect it to break.

And then. You broke my blue whale.
It was intentional. Wasn't it?!

You horrible, horrible girl.


:)

I looked at the photograph and said, 'The colour of your skin is different from his. It's..orange and his looks white'.
'Bronze!', she said and gave me a dirty look.
'Yeah, bronze', I laughed.
But I was still secretly thinking orange in my head.

:-)

I've only ever been attached to two 'things'.
The first was a blue carabiner.
The second is a thin silver chain that I wear around my waist.

She would wistfully say that she wished she was taller.
Like the Russian women, so tall and slim and beautiful.

I,in turn would say to her
It's better to be like us.
Women were meant to be shorter.

She understands now
When she's around her boyfriend.
She's so much smaller than he is.

We're so much easier to hold.

It wasn't really something new.
Just something forgotten.
And then remembered.

Sadia

She said she had a barbie doll and that it was inside the trunk. She never took it out.
She offered me Marie biscuits. I refused. I said I didn't like them at all.
She said that she was my best friend.

I didn't know any better then.
I know now.

I hope she's alright.

You asked how things were going

They're not.
And I never expected to cry.

My bad.

Are we all really that full of ourselves?

This was one of those mornings
Where all my body wanted to do
Was curl up in a patch of sunlight and sleep.


Still does.
Sigh.

He held me
Because I was cold.
I let him.
Because I was.

One Thousand Steps

I think I just walked.

I think I'm good

She and you.
You were the same.
You and me.
We're different.
Good for you.

Bonus

Laura was talking to Dadda once and he said,
'When Joanne was born we got a car
And when Laura was born we got a house.'
[smiles all around]
'What about Kiran?' she piped.
Then he said, 'By the time Kiran was born we already had everything we needed.
She was bonus'.

Bonus.
:-)

Let the full weight of who you are fall on people and let them deal with it.
-Emmanuel Rasquinah

Unintended.

Want, Don't

I'm not afraid you'll tie me down.
I'm afraid I'll tie myself up.

The two things I hate most in the world

Being sick
And thong underwear
[and that second revelation was entirely unecessary]

Joe and Ninan [my sister and brother in law]

I think God gave them Brandi to test their parenting skills.
Needless to say,
They failed miserably.
:-))




[side note:They locked Brandi baby [their year and a half year old Labrador puppy] up with the downstairs neighbour's dog Spike. Yup, she's having Spikelets as Joe likes to call them :)]

'Don't fight with Sikhs', she said.
'They carry knives'.


:)

I don't know what bothers me more.
That I might be jealous
Or that I might not be.

Spare

People, feelings
change

Me :-)

And it's alright.

Gomateshwar

She [the six year old] pointed to his, er.. willy [That's what Mary calls it ]
She looked at me. I looked at her.
Ha ha
ha aha ha.

'Stop it!' her mother glared at us.
:)

Kitten of Kittermenteringer

Photographer:Kamal Singh

Takes one to know one

You're a nice person.
:-)

Love

From:http://xkcd.com/

Do you know what happens to people who go to hell? They fry.

I asked you if, when I went to hell, you would hang out with me.
You said yes.
So I told you to pack your fireproof vest
and we set off.
See you there.
:)

Don't you know how when you like a boy
You see pictures of hot guys
And your head insists that they are
But somehow, they just don't quite cut it.
And then you see this ass ugly picture of the boy you like and you go
'*Sigh*, isn't he dreamy?'
He he, yeah, dreamy.
:P

My baby

In one of those rare moments when the world stopped whizzing by, when the breeze stopped blowing and all the papers fell to the ground and stayed there, in that moment there was time to breathe and time to wonder, about life. Where the hell had it gone?
There were days when the only thing to do was to walk down a somewhat crowded sidewalk and breathe in the scent of champak trees, swaying gently under cloudy skies. To smile at the thought of that diluted battery acid they liked to refer to as coffee, slowly sipped at that same old run down coffee house. To stop and look at windows with books in them and think, 'someday i'll have enough to buy as many of them as I like.'
Those days, seem so far away now. Bitter sweet memories of lighter times, when the world was younger, the air was cleaner and dreams were easy to hold on to.


From: www.notesinmypocket.blogspot.com

There's a Persian saying that goes, when an apple is thrown into the air, it turns many times before it comes down again.



[For Ganapathi]

Falling
Falling
Felled

It occurs to me now and again to be careful about what I say.
Most of the world hasn't learned to pause to consider before taking on themselves someone elses point of view.
And then I'll think to myself how different I am, how special!
And then baldly say to everybody else. 'Please, I'm just like the next person.'
And I am.








Ha!
:-)

The good news:
The appetite's back!

The bad news:
So is the boss.

So we walked to the creek, she and I
Teaching each other dirty insults in our respective languages
And congratulating each other heartily when one or the other got the accent and intonation right.

Love letters scare me.

You

You're my bouncy ball.
My shiny star.
I love you.

Gah!

He indulges me

When I praise myself to high heavens
He agrees with me
Sometimes

The funniest thing he heard all day- [A conversation in a conversation]

Me [to Sunil]: Laura's trying to teach me to say no :)
-----
Me: Laura: Repeat after me
NO
No is a good word
Come on, say it
No is a good word
I must say No
Are you saying it?


Kiran: no..


Laura: Very good
Again
-----
Sunil: :))))
Me: Crack myself up don't I
Sunil: Funniest thing I've heard all day.

I tire.

Marriage- a conclusion

I was going to write about it.
I think a better thing to do instead would be to not bother about it at all and quietly enjoy my milk coffee instead, aye?


----
How the day flies :)
Off in a bit.

I realised that

I'm CLEARLY not prepared for motherhood.
This makes me sad.

I'm getting very annoyed with the world.
Yes. The WHOLE world.

Words inside my head.

[Entire conversation me to me]
Me1:Please, please, please, please, please
stop talking.
Me2:[he he me2 :)] Ok.



[silence]






Me1:Now wasn't that nice?
Me2:No.
Me1:*Whack *
Me2:Fine, YES you stupid, yes!

Unbalance

Boys. The ones I know.

They are so.
Indulgent.
:)
I've only ever known one Jackass [personally]
Only one.
Everyone else.
Everyone else was perfect.

Check this out, check me out! :))

I can't stand sunglasses normally. But THESE, they cracked me up. I insist on wearing them.

Quote Law:"I think they cracked you up a little too much".

The worst thing in the world

When you can't find something
And you're getting pissed off
And you're looking around for someone to blame?
And there just isn't anyone around [that's just bad]
Except yourself.
Now THAT's the worst.

He sent his father a [not improper] nude picture of himself [just to mess with his head]

His Father responded:
that it was nice, he should have shaved his legs, and not to do such things again, it does not reflect well on his mental state.

Home,a place

It isn't.
It never was.


[For Andrew Kelly]

I promised myself once that if anyone ever wanted to be friends with me
I would be
And I will.
As much as I can.

Leaving myself alone

Why do I have to be the way I can be.
It makes me want to cry sometimes.

Searching for the signs

That BIG UGLY GREEN stone, set in a silver ring setting.
I can't wear it on a chain round my neck anymore.
A CLEAR indication that I'm in the wrong job.





Searching for the signs.

Obituary

Mary [my colleague] was telling me yesterday about a training she had to do where they had to write their own obituaries. Insight on how the world views you and all that. So I came up with two alternatives for mine.

Option 1:
She couldn't have meant anything to a lot of people
But she meant the world
To us.
She saw light and beauty [what did you think I was going to stop there??] in everything and everyone, etc, etc
[Heap on the praises....]
.....[some more]
May her soul rest in peace.
Amen



Option 2:
She was as funky as she could be.





We'll go with the second, yeah?
:)

I came
very very
very very
very very close.
But I didn't.
Cry.

:))
Robbed it off

What is unsaid.
Imagine.
There is nothing to tell.
I have nothing to hide.

Imagine That!

I DO believe there's a light in my eye.
:)
[Er, maybe light reflecting off my eye.]

You can't ask her to wait for you.
And I, dirty rascal, can't ask you to wait for me.

We're so lovely.
So lovely and matter of fact.

I tell my mom I'm black.
Just to mess with her.
:)

'A girl can get me to do anything,I'd probably do it' he says in startled realisation, his face proceeding to take on a pissed off look.
'Of course you would,' I smile at him gently, 'if the girl's nice,'.

What's the point?

I think I'm SO funny sometimes.
:)

.












I'm right here.
Exactly where I always was.

He touches my face.
My hair.

Urgent Requirement!

-Vitamins
-Recipe for beans

What are you cribbing about?
All some people have is three chords, and the truth.


[A taken from]

I make a nice waker upper

I either,
kick your foot,
flick you on the forehead
or run my fingers through your hair.
Depending.

How we fall.
Fall in love.
:)

Screwed up.
So screwed up.

Young girl...violins...center of her own attention.








:)

He teaches me how to fight.
And teases me about a boy.
He tells me that Melissa would kick my ass in a fight anyday and that he fell in love with her the day she punched a boy in the nose. The boy was asking for it.
I wonder if he'll understand the inevitable going away.


I won't be there to see him grow up. And a lovely person he'll grow up to be.

Do you know?
I don't smile anymore.

Babysatter

Yes. Me.
Yes. I survived.
Yes. The monsters ALSO survived.

And still.
I could be anyone.

I don't think that there's someone for everyone.
Although I'd very much like to believe that there is.

We hold on to things, don't we.
Things like places and time stamps.

Foul, foul, foul.

Working it out.

I'm sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor
Holding an onion in my hand
Refusing to move and feeling horrible
Screaming at myself to cook myself some food
Otherwise I'll starve today.

I wonder if this is what she meant when she said that she wanted me to grow up and be responsible.

Somemore Conversation

K: Em said that I would take to you.


A: Em told me to stay away from you..

Conversation

A:I'm not in such a good mood really..
I took my frustration out on a door..


K: It usually doesn't help to talk about it.
Yes, doors are better.


A: I'm better now..
L was behind the door..


K: Aw man!
The right side or the wrong side?


A: Depends..

Don't EVER make the mistake of asking a fifteen year old boy if he'd like to paint your toenails.
He just might say yes.

I actually knelt down and prayed for you.
Alright; maybe not the kneeling down part but everything else is true.

Daigoro

And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they shall dwell, where there shall be no cloud nor sun, no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor silence, but one equal music, no fears nor hope, but one equal possession, no foes nor friends, but one equal communion and identity, no ends nor beginings, but one equal eternity.
- John Donne

"Let me run my fingers through your hair".
If it was anyone else but him, I would have thought he was making a move on me.
"Ha", he said, running his fingers through his own, "My hair is better than yours!".

I turned it off.
I didn't know what else to do.

I used to ask her to hold my hand now and again.
I don't ask anymore.
Her hands are full.
Yes. Both of them.

The most beautiful pictures

Courtesy: George Thomas

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

-Jeff Buckley-Hallelujah

I want to move to a tiny island off the Agean Coast. I want to sit by the sea, and string together coloured beads and gold and silver bits to make jewelry to sell to the rich and famous that visit. I want to eat fish and prawns in garlic and olive oil, straight out of the flat earthenware dishes in which they are cooked. I want to spend my days on a boat, sailing from one island to the next. Getting bronzed by the sun, and strengthened by the sea.

I want to not have to think of bombs or blood. Terrorists or communal hatred. Nor do I want to read the morning papers, watch the evening news, see any more sadness, fear, hate or resignation.

I want the world to shut up for a while. Just shut up. And sit down.






[Friday, July 14, 2006]
Taken from:http://30andhappy.blogspot.com/

A husband?

I suppose I would like it if,
While we were having dinner,
If this really hot woman joined us at the table,
He would treat her like a normal human being,
Put this arm around me,
Kiss me on the side of my head,
And continue with our dinner.
I suppose.

I went swimming in the ocean.

Boy-You're EVIL !!!
Girl-Did I at any point,for even a second, do anything, to make you think otherwise?
Boy-No.



Boy-Can you teach me emotional blackmail?

Saying that the only thing girls can think about from the time that they're old enough to think,is getting married is exactly like saying
The only thing boys can think about from the time they're old enough to think,is getting laid.






[Except in the latter case, it's true]

Don't you know?

When you tell a girl that you love her
She also expects you to tell her EXACTLY what you mean by that
And a one page essay explaining.

Missed the bus.
ALL your fault.
I Love You- Saigon Kick
Dammit!

Girls ARE evil.

The wilder side.

Sit back, and relax.

Breathe in deeply, the scent of a vapid night, a clueless boy and shaving cream.

Shaving cream?!

Yeah, the boy is 12. Wants to be 40. Like dad. Y'know how it goes. He's too scared to use a razor, so he toothbrushes away his negative goatee. Never seen a finer shave, if I say so myself.

Aftershave. He loves it.

Read comics till eyes go droopy. Revel in the stories of heroes.

Just like dad.

Today, he turned the steering wheel at the corner, near the market where they sell juice in unmarked bottles that make his nose feel funny. Maybe tomorrow, dad'll let him push the gas pedal too. But that's tomorrow.

Today, he'll dream.


-Bison

I always said, 'I think' and 'I must have'.
Doesn't seem like I was ever very sure.

Picture

I'm not

She said that I was her cousin.
It was just easier.

Scary Shit.

Football in the park

They thought I was fourteen.
I didn't tell them otherwise.
And so we played.

I love pretending to be the conservative that I'm not.

Girls mess with boys minds.
All the time,all the time, ALL THE TIME.






[and some girls even do it on purpose]

The hardest thing I've had to learn

To be hard.

We picked out names for our daughters before we were even married.
Girls can be that way.

Not that I care. But enough to say...

Boiled Cabbage

46 degrees celsius
71 percent humidity

You know that I'll miss you even if I don't say so right?

As the words came out of my mouth I knew I couldn't live with her.
It had nothing to do with her and everything to do with me.
About me not thinking I have it in me to adjust to a new place.
Again.

Older and wiser. Slightly nicer.
I choose not to be.
Not yet.

Snapshots.
He said that they were like snapshots.






[He was talking about the way she wrote]

It came. Stopped for a moment. And went.
Just like me.

You sent me a Nina Simone song once in a message.
I deleted it, because just for that one evening it didn't mean anything.
None of them did.

When I go to sleep at night my fists aren't clenched anymore.
My teeth are.

I really, really want to crawl under a rug today.
It's been a while.

I understand now what he meant when he said he made a bad friend.
I am one too.

Yesterday I wrote funny.
I used words like 'redundant' and 'disinclined'.
For kicks.
:)

'I'm sorry my love wasn't enough for us,' he said.
And I thought of the song 'Sometimes love just ain't enough'.
My mind went, aaah in rather belated understanding and I nodded sagely.









:)[such an idiot I can be]

I promised myself I would always tell you exactly what I thought.
I'm going to change that always to;
Only sometimes and when I feel like it.

Restless.

Comparing notes

The very first year she spent away from home, she didn't go to Good Friday mass.
As it turns out,my first year away; neither did I.

Revisiting old graves.

Moving on.

For her

After that, he said, a part of him just dried up.
He couldn't write anymore.


He's started writing again.

On cooking; again

General consensus: The cabbage was a bit raw.
Cooks comments: That's EXACTLY the way God and I intended it.

Her very first Teddy Bear.
A pink one it was.
She was born a girl and we're making every effort to make sure she stays that way.

And take care of the sneaker the pirate has only one...

Disparity

I don't think it's, 'I ought to know.' I think it's, 'I ought to know better.'

More than words

'Will you remember this for me?' I asked him.
I did not know if he would understand.
I was messaging him in the night. Messages back and forth.

Unusual, that. For me.

She came into my room and she said to me, 'What is it to see with your eyes? What do you call it?'
'I don't know, I said. 'To look?'
'Sight,' she said.
'And to see with your heart?
.. Insight,' she continued without too much of a pause.
'Don't forget, always see with both your eyes and your heart.'


I did not know if he would understand that she was giving me something.

I know. I always knew.

I just secretly hoped, that's all.

If I don't take a personal interest in you, I won't take an interest in you at all, will I?

98

Cannot be completely into anything or anyone.
Wouldn't have it any other way.

Early this morning I felt

alone

In his wide awake voice he says, 'I'm still sleeping. I'll call you in a bit.'
'Sure,' I say. And carry on with my day.

Thank God for women.
Thank God that there are so many in this house.

The Birthday Month

All the important people that were; called.
Some messaged, some forgot.

[For January 2006]

The heavy hand of security closes slowly but surely round my neck.

'Do you think you would ever want to leave here?' I asked her.
'No' she replied.
'Me neither' I said.
He looked at her and said,'You'll go places though'
Inevitable, her face seemed to agree.
'But you'll always come home' he added, subconsciously pointing to himself.

I liked that.

The normalcy


everything

I'll miss it


maybe

Did you notice how when I hug you I refuse to let you go.

Promises.
Promises to self.

She hangs on his every word.
I think I don't have words for anyone to hang on.
Bugger again.

Train people

They indulge me.

One thousand words

And they say, a picture speaks a thousand words.

Crows

She's rather upset that I came back skinnier as opposed to not.

The instructions follow:
-Don't go anywhere
-Stay at home
-Eat all three meals
-Sleep
-Put the computer off

Right.

Nothing changes.

:)

It's good to be home II

Is

It's good to be home.

Something special.

And yet they are a lovely pair, so ill suited and yet so perfect for each other.



[extract from www.notesinmypocket.blogspot.com]

Trust COBRA but don't trust ladies.

-Kamal [want to be Manju]

You're looking forward to me.

It takes me a year and two weeks and a week away from home to realise how much I miss everyone and everything. I think I'll even cry this time.





It will be good to be home. Yeah.

I worried a tiny bit that I'd forget that it was a toy.
I needn't have.

Believe in Cobra but not believe Ladies

-Manju

The new favourite

Look at that smile. How can he not be.

She's just getting into the bus, terribly excited and talking loudly because of it. She's telling her about how her mom's hell bent on engaging her to, not a Mangy dude [that wouldn't be so bad] but a dude from Mangalore, if you please and thank you very much. And there she is, making fun of them saying, 'Oh my god, just imagine one of those moustache uncles... etc etc'
Three seconds after the call ends, the idiot brain kick starts itself. The eyes make a quick, subtle dart to person sitting on right of her. That's a moustache for sure... she turns a light shade of red. Doesn't even dare think about the dudes behind her.
There's her stop, thank God.
She hurries out, thankful for the long hair that somewhat hides her face and scurries into the building.

For you, Samir Abdul Latif :-)

yeah met her over easter weekend.. lots of crying and hugging and fainting..the usual..

It will be as if I never went away; I promise.

When she talks to me about God and religion I can feel my brain start to strangle itself.


Happy Easter everyone.

The other girl

she- So did you have a boyfriend in Bangalore and all?
me- No.
she- No??!
me- No.



[silence]



she- So which college did you go to?
me- Mount Carmels
she- Was it co-ed or...?
me- No, only girls.


she- So that's why you didn't have a boyfriend!











[smirk]

Thank you.
The two of you, for holding my hand yesterday.

You and me

It's somewhat bland now.
Not how I ever would have had it.
But perhaps, it's exactly how we want it.

Something isn't wrong and something isn't right.
See you around,

Text Message

Mary's a mother. This is a message asking for permission for her son to spend the night.

'Hey MaryRose, How are you? Please, please, please, can Johnboy sleep over. We need [please note: 'need'] him to spend the night because he is good company and I'm sure I can drop him home tomorrow as well. Because I am at work right now, my breakfast has been on my table since 08:30 am and still haven't eaten. This is how busy I am and didn't have enough time to sit and talk to my best cousin so please just tonight. Thanks...'



[1000 points I say :))]

Russia, prostitution.. I typed into Google

"We have to do something," Demikhov said. His men, he said, recently arrested a 12-year-old girl selling herself on the street who told the police she was trying to raise enough money to buy a Barbie doll. "We cannot go on like this," he said.


http://www.ishipress.com/ru-prost.htm

The Travel, The Plans

27/04-India
-hair cut
28/04-shop, very, very quickly
-Kerela
30/04-Mangalore
02/05-Bangalore

wait for Baby

07/05-Goa [depending on Baby]
14/05-Bangalore
-listen to Mommy screaming about how I never spend any time at home
19/05-Coorg
21/05-Bangalore

That's all for now.

Wish me luck.



PS: All concerned persons, please work on the Mamma in the mean time.

Like a hangover.
Minus the alcohol.

It's all monkey shit.

Sometimes I think

I ought to know.

Things I forgot to do today

-Fool someone and say April FOOL! [I also forgot yesterday]

Dammit!

Prom Kings, Drama Queens

It's all getting to be a bit of a bore.

I realised yesterday that I was taking my life too seriously.
So I stopped.

I did

I stopped holding my breath about a week and a half ago.

I waited for it to come, like a kick in the stomach.
It never did.

The only pair of earings I ever liked.
Two pairs. We were so excited.
Sema lost yours.
I left mine behind for you when I left.

He sneered slightly as he said that they would be content with their ordinary lives.
He would go on to become something more than ordinary.
They would continue to be content.

The Games

Some days I play them.
Most days I don't.

Chance my dance

Something new that cracks me up:

'Chance my dance'

:-)))

And; maybe not so surprisingly

That was it.

She

She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign to smash the silence
With the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool w/ out a use?
Scream at me untill my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you
She
She's figured out
All her doubts were really some one else's point of veiw
Waking up this time
To smash the silence
with the brick of self-control
Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool w/ out a use?
Scream at me untill my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

-Green Day

Happy Mother's Day

There's me:
Who is at peace with myself and my world[mostly]

And then there's my mother:
Who wrecks the peace
the world
and the self

And now I'm just upset.


Happy Mother's Day

Rotting Lillies

Mostly I've been told the same old story
Mostly I've been through the same old lonely

In my weakness, I am stronger
In my meekness, I am covered
And this Bible is my comfort
In this moment of hell, 2 am

Mostly I've been used, the doormat story
Mostly I've gone back, alone walking

Rotting lillies


-KS

She used to call us Putha when we were small.

The world is made up of princesses and slave donkeys.
And sometimes the princesses Are the slave donkeys.

My stories

If I can't tell it to you in three sentences

You probably don't want to hear it at all

Another secret

You know Cousin It?
That's what I look like when I get up in the morning.

My life:
Reduced to cooking and washing.
And I'm not even married yet.

My Sister and my want to be Brother [ie her husband]

L-That's an indication you let your hair grow back
R-That is NOT an indication to grow hair on oyur face

Just because someone's your boss, it doesn't mean you have to do everything they tell you.
Sometimes you just have to nod your head and pretend it'll happen.
Or ignore them outright, [which under normal circumstances might get you fired, just not if you're a lady and working in my office] depending on how stupid the request is.

I want to go out dancing.
And I will.
Soon.

I think I know

I think I know what she means when she says it's something she knows.

It was like Sunday. Two days in a row.

I could tell you what I think.
It's just that;
I'd rather not.

Remember

Stop talking.
Stop.

Sheesh

We were talking about the acquisition of property and we both agreed that we knew nothing about it so we moved on to a different topic.
Clothes.

What can I say?

Women are uptight.

Living, learning

The presence of cleavage brings in more smiles than it's absence.


[As if I didn't know that in theory. Now I know it in practise.]

It's ALL your fault

[I was writing this the other day. I know these two SO well]


Yeah YOU. It's all your fault.
Yes LAURA. That's right.
Who asked you to go and get married so young?
Huh?
If you hadn't, then Mamma would be after YOU to get married and not me.
Yeah.

And Marlene. Don't you DARE put ideas in my mother's head. It's not funny. Stop laughing already.
She's got plenty of her own as it is.

VOTE FOR....

sms RCL C to 7007
http://www.loungepiranha.com/












[Spread the word]

'I've fallen in love with your son,' I told him.
'Quickly,' he said, 'get married.'
'Have yourself a daughter.'

:-)


[Another one for my Jedidiah Malachi]

Marlene again

Ok since this seems to be the extent of your internet accessin the bank. I'll write you read. Now listen. When we go to Coorg. I'm thinking we should take Lavanya along.... you know seeing as how she lives there and all... but then.. whatever. So since you asked, the boy scene here in Dubai is dead as far as I'm concerned. And even if it isn't I'd probably kill it. You'd BETTER build a house over the garage for me. Tell me something and this is just out of curiosity can you ask your father how this works. Say you wanted to have a partnership with someone. How do you go about making it legal. How are the profite/losses etc shared. [I'm reading the Partnership Act of 1932 if you please]
Anyway, there's someone I want you to meet. And you will when I come down.
I do the usual here. Mostly nothing. I go running, read, study French sometimes, piss people off for fun, you know stuff like that. I don't go out dancing. It isn't that there isn't anyone to go with. There is. I just don't want to. I'm going to come again in Christmas. I don't care. I really don't want to live here longer than three years. I just had a sudden scary thought. Oh well scary thoughts happen sometimes. Will write again in a bit.
Later

See

I don't know why everyone goes on about it as if it's a big deal. It isn't really.

Take my mother for example. 'Learn how to cook now. You'll need it for when you're married.'
Me, 'Why can't I learn then?'
She. 'Because I won't teach you then.'
Me, 'I'll ask Joanne to.'
She, 'JOANNE don't teach her how to cook when she gets married.'

Yes that was my mother. I have a lurking suspicion that she just wanted a slave donkey to chop her vegetables.

So fine, I agree to chop vegetables.

Do it this was she says. *chop* *chop* *chop chop chop* *chop chop chop chop* *chop chop*
Yes, they're done.
And not by me.

So right. Here are lots of useful thing to know about cooking.

-First of all telling hot oil that you don't like it is not going to make it stop splattering. Lowering the flame to near off will.
-Raw rice is undoubtedly the most deceptive of food. 1 1/2 cups is sufficient to feed two medium appitite women.
-Salt to taste is actually a little less than 1/2 a flat teaspoon.
-Low flame and multivitamins are your best friends.


If you didn't find any of the above useful you could always do what I did and get yourself a roomate who likes to cook and feed you.


And they say there is no God?

I shall only always remember her for everything she was and for everything she taught me - to live life, just live it because nothing else matters.


[extract from http://memoryandforgetting.blogspot.com/]

I was four and she was six

I don't know if I was an adorable baby.
But I do know that Laura loved me.She loved my hands.They were so little.
As if a six year old's could be that much bigger.
:-)

They don't realise that two can play at any game.

And sometimes one of the two doesn't even bother to play because it simply isn't worth her while.

Marlene

Coorg 12/13/14 May?

Whoever else wants to come also invited.

And give me your Nana's number I want to call her to say hello. I lost it.

If you take the straight road
And ignore that one way street
You'll get there

I love my Iranian roomate.
'Are they bitchaes?' she asks in her Iranian accent.
'Huh?'
'Oh, do they sleep around you mean?'
'I suppose they are.'

[laughs]







*Background information:
She left the front door unlocked in the night. Landlady, understandably concerned voiced it.
Super Girl [ie Me] explains concerns to Iranian roomate that is, that girls in flat across form us, it seems, invite male persons of questionable character into house at questionable hours [ie they have been sighted at very late and very early hours entering and leaving appartment in question. The general concensus is that they're whores. [Our building is full of Indian aunties what did you expect?]
Landlady concerned for saftey of four single ladies in house. :-)
The above dialogue ensues.


**Additional information:
Unmarried male and female individuals not allowed to live together in same house in this country. If found doing so or having illicit sex will be put in jail.. or so I've heard. Have read similar reports in newspaper so will assume information is correct.

Having judgement and judging someone.
You act as if they're the same thing sometimes.

I love those days

And then one day you just handle it.
And you carry on with your life.

Another Memory

It was raining like mad. We were sitting on a wooden bench barely out of reach of the rain eating jelebis hot from the shop behind us.

Do you remember?

We were laughing our heads off.
We usually do.
There was a bet involved; You get his attention and I would wink at him [assuming you got his attention]. You did.

AS IF I would wink at some stranger dude.

There were paper boats. Yours drowned. Some more laughing.

And then you went off to see your guitar player and I went off to play violin.

Dead investments, both of those it seems.




:-)

Over the weekend I practised

-Jaywalking
-Cooking
-Walking on the edge of the pavement and not falling off
-Caring less

You would play a song for me to make me smile.











* For Nonsense Boy, with ALL my love and good intentions

Mostly

Every once in a while you make me wonder what would I do without you.

I'd do fine.

Monsoon.

Scary Shit

Some kid wants to call me Rosie





Rosie!??!@?#$%?!

I'm Impressive

Not only can I walk in high heels, I can also jump over hedges in them, in a skirt, in the rain and reach the office unscathed.
Now all I have to do is make sure I don't slip on the floor from the entrance to the lift.

It rained today

Expect accidents.

Paper cuts.

The Demons

They come, they go.
Just like the dark circles.

Portraits

Two day special showing:


Photographer: Unknown



Photpgrapher:Kiran Carmen Castelino



Photographer:Katherine[Rani]George



Photographer:Laura Francisca Castelino



Photographer:Ryan Paul Lobo



Photographer:Pervez[I think]

I like it

" So I speak to you in riddles
Coz my words get in my way"
-Epiphany, Staind

Pigs? Aren't we.

Did you ever think you'd go out with a North Indian?
No.
Me neither.

Secrets

-My cooking is all crap
-My landlady goes mad once a month and hides all the remote controls
-I drink about a 1/2 litre chocolate milk everyday

Fortunately the all the detachment happened over the weekend. I'm back to whatever it is I was.
In between, I think.

Don't speak for your writing. Let your writing speak for itself.

K

So yesterday the cute Fedex guy came to pick up my parcel and obviously keeping with tradition [and also that Mary wasn't around to do it], I was nice to the Fedex guy just because he was cute.

Quote:Law on life

"Man these visa requirements give me a headache
I wonder why they need so much paper work to go from one country to another
It should be like the good old days when all you needed to do was get in a boat and go "

An old familiar feeling

Is it fear?

Or is it loss?

Children can be hurtful sometimes. They don't mean to be. I know. I was one once.

I wasn't looking.
You were there.
And now your gone.
And now I'm going.



Did I make you smile?

Nothing

I don't know whether to go home
sad
or happy
or nothing


I think nothing.

For you

I'll always have the drama :))

You make me smile.

Didn't I tell myself a week and a half ago to be careful?
I did. I did.
Why don't I ever listen.

Photographer: Kat

Never did learn how to be quite, same way I never did learn how to share people

You know how guys become like big babies when they're sick or when they get hurt.. and they just want to be babied.
It's somewhat endearing.

To me.

Be very, very quiet.

Frugal is an evil word. In fact, it's the evilest word.

Learn to shut up?

Today people were nice

The security guard opened the door for me and another man got the lift for me.
Although no one offered to carry that big box, almost my size, for me.

'No way in hell,' I thought. 'No way in hell.'

I'm going a bit mad.

You know what?
That was it.

He said,'Did you know that I was staying away on purpose?' 'Coming only now and then to see you ? Because I thought you didn't want to see me.'

Didn't he know that he could have had me in a second if he wanted to?

Holding another boy's hand must have been the smartest thing I've ever done.

I heard his voice catch as he said, 'I'll never take you back.'

He's the one who left me. Three times. He was so sure I would come back.

I never did; that last time.



a flower for every day I didn't call

He calls EVERYONE dude.
And I call everyone chick.

Touché Monsieur Pussycat?

How quickly this mind of mine deflates.Of holding on to things and going over them, being secretly pleased and smiling. Nonsense, nonsense and more nonsense.

I used to love the feel of sun on my skin.




Nothing's changed.Still do.

My entry?

Memories. Rubbish. My memories are broken. Bits and pieces. My memories are the smell of green tomatoes. Singing 'Out in the garden, each fine day.' How pleased I am with myself and my bouncy ball. And do you like India? 'I don't know, there are mosquitoes here.' And 'Dadda finished, wash my bum' or 'Mammaaa going to the Chandys' house.''Be back by six.''Does that mean I need to be here by six or leave there at six?' Picnics on the roof and all girls club, boys stink. Boys stink a little less. Date really stinky boy.Alone. And I have no stories to tell only bits and pieces. Call it memory, remembering.Forgetting.Forget it.

You know, I just noticed. Boys bring out the heavy artillery if they think a boy is throwing words at them.

A comment or two later, they find out it's a girl and Pfsszz... all that pumping testosterone becomes pop fizz.

Ha.

Ha Hoo

Hot Spring- Al Ain