Monday, December 26, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011

"The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
-Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I wanted to talk to you but I didn't have anything to say.
So, I talked about how fat I'm getting. The truth is, I don't really care.
And I talked about clothes. I don't care about that either.
And I talked about what I plan on doing on my birthday. Don't care. I only pretend that I do.
I guess there's only one thing I've ever cared about.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

I saw some beautiful things I'd have liked to buy today but didn't.
-a thin marcazite bracelet
-2 pair of earings
-a pair of toerings

Now I know how I never had money even when I did.

Category 1: Amrapali
Category 2: If it's shiny, it's sellable
Category 3: Nirabhara Sundari

Saturday, December 17, 2011


I'm coming off as sweet.
I guess there are worse things to come off as.

Friday, December 16, 2011

My How Well Do You Know Me Quiz

Who's my current celebrity crush?
Gerard Butler
Tony Hawk
Robert Downey Jr.
Salman Khan

Which is my favourite book?
Twilight 1
Twilight 2
Twilight 3
To Kill a Mockingbird

What's my favourite form of exercise?
Rock climbing

Who's my favourite author?
Stephanie Myers
Gorgette Heyer
Terry Prachett
Isaac Asimov

How tall am I?

What do my girlfriends and I talk about the most?
Getting fat
Getting fat and men

What's my newest nickname?
Princess Anastasia

Which is my favourite band?
Dashboard Confessional
Hootie and the Blowfish
Lounge Piranha

Who do I expect to pass this quiz but I actually think is going to fail?!

What kind of music do I like?
Commercial House
Alternative Rock

What's my least favourite form of exercise?
Rock Climbing

What's my favourite song?
I'm sexy and I know it
Choli ke peeche kya hai
Crash into me
Una Paloma Blanca

Which place in the world would I choose to live in?
Cinque Terre

Who is my superhero crush?
The Hulk (size matters)
Green Goblin

What religious roots do I claim?
Syrian Christian
Roman Catholic

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

My Mother

She wants to go out and buy some nice candles.
Guess why?
In case she dies, she'd like equal candles for her funeral and we might not have the time to go out and buy some once she's dead.
You need to have the funeral immediately, she informs me.
"Aren't you being a little premature?" I want to know.
"Oh!I'm not going to die." she exclaims.
Turns out she's taken out a whole life policy and is planning on waiting for it to mature before she knocks off. However, you never know what God's plans are and hence, the candles.
Also, a note to my sister Jo who is the beneficiary of the above mentioned policy.
That money is for funeral expenses. That's right. The remaining, after that, is for you.
My Father's got one too.

Category 1: My mother.
Category 2: Planning ahead?
The are three places that I fell in love with.
The first was Gokarna. For the place.
The second was Nainital. For a person.
The third was Pondicherry. For the food.
I find myself being kind now and again. Reluctantly so.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream and not make dreams your master,
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them, "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Category: An exception, a rule
She wouldn't let me hand over a glass of water to a poor, drunk man.
She insisted I give it to one of the boys who then gave it to him.
What could he have possibly done to me?
What could I have possibly done for him?


Category: Ex-friends

Friday, December 09, 2011

A man runs around the street shouting emergency, emergency at the cops. A woman riding a tvs pushes her over large helmet back from her face as she rides. A boy touches my hand, subtly.

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there."
- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
The cuts are never clean.
Always jagged, open.
Nothing like a spoonful of 'Aunty Susan'* to help the medicine go down.

Category 1: Maya/Medicine
Category 2: Humour

*Aunty Susan- Maya's nursery principal
Goa ready

Category 1: Guess what about me is?
Category 2: :)


It's almost as if I get one more clue as to what it's about every time I have one of them.
Normally I wake up with only a sense of what's happening. I never remember. I watch the blinking blue light of the wireless reflecting off the woodwork for a bit before I go back to sleep.
Last night was different. I didn't wake up. I only dreamed.
So far all I know is that I've done something terribly wrong. Making amends means I could die.
In the dream last night, I was making amends.

Category: Wake up, it'll be ok

Monday, December 05, 2011

Maids: An update

It was time for Megan to get ready for school. My mom was trying to get her to put her socks on but every time she tried, Megan would cry that it was hurting her. Turns out there was sand in her socks.
When Selvy(you all know Selvy. The thief.) came to work, she got a talking to and instructions that when socks are washed, they need to end up sandless. Capish?
Later in the day, my mom knocks on my door asking if I've seen Selvy.
No, I haven't. Maybe she's in the toilet upstairs.
An hour later, she still hasn't come back.
Later in the evening when she returned to possibly explain why she had walked off in a huff, she was politely told to bugger off.
The good news? Shalu's back.

Shalu-The best maid with the worst attendance.

Friday, December 02, 2011

I always thought that I was like rock. And everybody else, like water.
But I think it may be the other way around.
So unrequired.