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

And just for the record Law..

You know all my secrets. Even if I don't actually say them out loud.


And now I only have 1 1/4 secrets.

Slightly

Have you ever not liked people, but not in a bad way?

Letter, The Last

Maybe one day I'll tell you my secret. My story. That you already know. My secret you probably know that as well. You just don't know that it's a secret. Maybe one day you'll know. I won't have to explain to you the why and the who and the how. Like you told me once. It doesn't matter. Will sanctity and faithfulness make sense to you? I can understand anything and I can draw lines. I learned to draw lines. Yeah. By myself. Will you ever know that it's you that I'm talking to? And that I can't remember the last time I felt this way about sombody? And you will guess that it's you and the assumption will be correct but you'll never know for sure. Because I'll never tell you.
I'll never tell you that my biggest fear is not so much that you won't love me, I suppose I could handle that, but what if,once you do I'll stop to love you back. So afraid.
You could be anyone.

Makes you smile and makes me smile along.

My Grandparents

My grandfather, when he was younger, would constantly fall sick.My grandmother looked after my grandfather and her nine children. She even carried my stupid uncle to a hospital far far away because he did something stupid like cut his thumb or break his leg or injure his eye.Those days you had to walk everywhere and you still got sixteen laddoos for one rupee :)[you should listen to my mom's stories, they're so funny]. Then when she was older and couldn't look after herself anymore, my grandfather looked after her. He did practically everything for her. And then he died... and then she died..

Sad

She was his wife, the mother of his children.

Now she's just the mother of his children.

She couldn't appreciate Pottery Town for the pottery

She was family.
This is the only thing I remember about her.

We took them the only way we knew how. Through a winding gully.
'They scenery is disgusting she said.'
What a fancy way to say it,I thought. I'll remember it. I must have been eight. I'm twenty four now.

It's the only thing I remember about her.
She isn't family anymore.

You give your hand to me and then you say hello. And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so. And anyone can tell you think you know me well. But you don't know me.

The stone stairs led right to the river. As you reached the last one - covered with slippery moss so you had to step carefully - the cool water lapped at your feet. She gathered her saree around her knees and sat, her thighs now underwater, her feet being nibbled at by the little fish. In the afternoon, the water glistened but lay still. She had never seen it so calm.

Almost near the horizon, were the coracles. Three of them, filled with her friends. As a little girl, she had become so accustomed to being taken out on coracles by her uncles that she could step from one to the other, in the middle of the river that had skirted their town.

Now, she shielded her eyes from the sun and looked at the silhouettes, some sitting still, others trying to clown around. The wind had carried their voices until a few moments. Now they were too far to be heard and she would only be a speck to them.

So she began to cry. The tears flowed into the tight folds of her hankerchief, which she kept using to dab her eyes so they would not get much too red. She cried until she felt a bit better, a little more consoled. Almost as if on cue, she could see the coracles coming back. As they came closer, she saw him with his arm around the other girl. But by the time they reached the shore, the two of them were sitting far apart.

And he stepped towards her with a smile - "You should have come, I missed you."

"I am scared of coracles," she said, before walking away, her wet saree clinging at her feet and her eyes smarting again.

You don't know me - Jann Arden



Courtesy:http://memoryandforgetting.blogspot.com

In The Street

hanging out down the street
the same old thing we did last week
not a thing to do but talk to you
not a thing to do out in the street
oh yeah

mom and dad live upstairs
the music's loud so we don't care
mis-used now
but rock lives now
oh yeah

we're still rockin' in wisconsin
we're all alright
we're all alright
yeah, haha, oh

i'd steal the car
and drive on down
i'd pick you up and we'd drive around

not a thing to do but talk to you
not a thing to d, oh yeah
we're still rockin' in wisconsin
we're all alright
we're all alright
yeah,oh yeah,oh yeah
hello wisconsin!

I noticed and I never notice these things. They called me names. Drama queen and Meena Kumari, if you have to know and the only thing I could think of in reply was;
'Takes one to know one'

Ha..
[quickly runs away]