Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Me: Maybe next time round it'll be better.
He: What was wrong with this time? What do you want different?
Me: I want Superstardom!

Category: Superstars
Isn't the contentedness that comes with mediocrity
just as awesome as the exhilaration of superstardom?

Category: Superstars

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

You'll always be ok.
I told someone that I missed them.
I'm not exactly sure that I did.
I miss people rarely.
Or not at all.
"How old do you think I am??" I asked the boys as they seemed to be talking to me like I was a little girl.
One boy blushes and says, "Charming."
The second mumbles, "Sixteen."

Category 1: Sixteen and charming
Category 2: Other reasons why I love Chennai

[I'm 30]

Monday, February 27, 2012

Anywhere and everywhere.
I don't care about good looking people.
I care about good people.
Law: Megan, why are you so...
Meg: Busted?

Category: Megan
Age: 5
Once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Where am I?

Category: Maslov's Hierachy

He is attached to me, the way I am to him.
I understand completely.

Question 1: Who is he?
Question 2: Who is him?


Sunday, February 26, 2012

The television on in a semi dark room, bereft of people, at five in the morning can seem pretty surreal. But that was the situation Friday morning as I left the house and as I stepped out of the house, the man on the TV said, don't carry your issues or problems with you beyond the end of the day.
So, based on absolutely nothing, I decided he was right.

About: My mom's yoga teacher
My own bathroom.
My own hot shower.

Category: <3

Thursday, February 23, 2012

There's beauty in the breakdown.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

How to kill a tree

The very first thing you do, is bring religion into it.
That's right.
A few years ago, maybe 3, my friend Gareth noticed a picture of a Hindu god at the base of the tree. He immediately took it and threw it aside, explaining the intention behind it. That is, a future area of worship. He said it could turn out to be a nuisance.
The next day, the picture was back there. Remembering what Gareth had said, I took it to throw it aside. When I did, this is what I saw, a certain kind of ant/termite, presumably meat eating because they were placed behind the picture at the base of the tree along with some chicken bones and sticky mud. (Yuck). Ready made start up tools for an ant hill/ future shrine to the Gods. The things people get suckered into praying to.
So the picture of God eventually disappeared but as it turns out, the termites stayed. And one day about four years later, someone discovered that the inside of the tree was rotting. So the forest department turned up, and cut it down. This tree that's been around all our lives. Just like that.
Just. Like. That.

I have a theory, that the state of your room reflects the state of your life.
Mine's a disaster area and I just don't feel like cleaning up. But I am.

What does your room look like?

Not enough hours in the day

-Should I sleep less?
-Plan my day better?
-Not meet anyone?

Category: Argh

Because it is

It's all for the best.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Loving my new love handles.

Category: About me
How to get them: Eat ghee EVERYDAY for ten days
Mood: Pretty darn good :)
My older Mallu born again believer roommate Sneha
trying to explain the meaning of 'hump'
from the Black eyed peas, 'My Humps'
to my Iranian roommate Saba.

She kept singing it the WHOLE time.

Category 1: My Humps
Category 2: Funny
I want out.

I have to get my mind together
and try.
Nothing matters today.
I don't know if this means
a)That I'm free
b)That my carefully built up world is crumbling OR
c)I'm pining for a holiday
Sometimes, now and again
When I remember who you were
And how we used to be
I miss you.

Category: Bison

Monday, February 20, 2012

Don't give me choice.
The truth is, I like children the same way I like people.

Unakkum Enakkum

We, Arshad and I,were doing some work in the Beach Area and when we were done, he asked me if it was my first time in Chennai and I said, yes. He asked me if I'd been to the beach and when I said no, he asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes.
So, we got onto his yellow sports bike and went.
We sat on the shore and as invariably as always, a vendor came up to us. An old man. Only when he started to say things like, we'd have two babies, did I realize what we looked like, and worse, it was Valentine's Day. We didn't buy anything from him and so he went off cursing us, saying that evil wouldn't leave us.
The next person to come along was a lady selling peanuts, she dumped a cone of peanuts into the crook of Arshad's arm blessed us with a baby boy.
The lady after that, came and pinned/sold jasmine flowers into my hair without so much as an, If you please.
The last was a little boy. He tried and tried to sell something to Arshad who refused. While Arshad is refusing, the boy suddenly changes his voice and says in Tamil, Hello... I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the 'pati'.
Pati can either mean a) Grandmother b)Item
Arshad suggested we leave, before his family and stock of junk food expanded to disproportionate proportions, so we did. Me, thinking about life and people and Arshad the ships on the ocean.

Location: Marina Beach

Is the bottom line that I'll be bored if I'm not being paid attention to?

Category: Bottom lines

"I'm going to retreat into this place inside my head," she said. "If y'all don't mind."
And they didn't.

I'm sitting on the beach,  talking to this boy about something quite possibly related to girls when he says, "Look." And I do and he points to a couple of ships on the horizon,  quite unrelated to anything I'm saying and I look at them and he says, "They're nice aren't they? "
Perfectly, innocently.

Category 1: Boys
Category 2: Yes, of course they are x)

Sunday, February 19, 2012

I feel like my life could only have two possible outcomes relationship wise.
Claustrophobic or Heartbroken.

Category: Anything in between

Too wired to be tired.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I feel... I don't know if touched is the right word.
But I feel something close to that.

Category: This city, its people

Monday, February 13, 2012


Category: Madras

Sunday, February 12, 2012

She could be wearing a bikini and she'd still look like a nun to me.

Category: Quotable quotes

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

The woman, the woman.

-Sherlock Holmes, A Scandal in Belgravia

I put on a fake local accent because I can.

About me: Such a loser

She talks about soul mates.
I think about soul searches.

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Some beautiful things from today

A train sunrise, an old colonial building a new whitewashed store.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Uncouth everywhere.
The water smells like sewage
And I smell like Chandrika


It's not the work that's tiring. No.
It's the people.

I'd like to say that fat people can't help being that way.
But the truth is, they can.

About: The fat person overflowing into my seat from his own

Monday, February 06, 2012

It feels strange and a little disconcerting not be wired.

Category: Bad, very bad

Let's get a little disconnected.
You don't always have to be beautiful.
Sometimes, you can make beautiful.

Friday, February 03, 2012

Just because someone says something about you unflattering or flattering, it doesn't make it true. Either way.

Category: Instructions to the children and the grownups too, I guess
The weaker strain of the species.

Category: Alcoholics
Actions speak louder than thoughts and intentions.

Category: The road to hell