This is a tale of privilege. Of us outliving the mynah. It starts with sighting a mynah on my way out this morning. Hop. Hop. ‘Ah, mynahs, you’re beginning yet another day in your short life. ‘With so much gutso. So much.. hop.’ Two beautiful golden retrievers wagged past me- they smell of sweat and… [Read more…]
June 10, 2009
Today I find a bumpy envelope addressed to me. “Birthday Girl!” No name. Belated from the UK. My sister’s earnest handwriting. Dear girl always makes me smile with her scrapbooking genius. Its a letter for me, written one part essay, one part instruction manual. “Super (wo) Man!!!”, it salutes, like a generous birthday greet. a… [Read more…]
May 23, 2009
The luxury of an early Saturday, with nothing laid out ahead of it. The trick, to start early- as early as you would a work day, and then coax yourself in believing its your secret Monday. After my early morning driving lesson and a quick work appointment, I was free in town at 10.40am. It… [Read more…]
April 16, 2009
Pretty satisfying day at work, no matter there is bring-home-work to boot – no complaints from this trigger-easy idealist here. Compared to some days I spend in a blur in the new environment – not learning, not conversing or interacting, only devising, trying to outwit, impress with proposals set in fancy Microsoft o-seven layouts (verve… [Read more…]
April 1, 2009
Perhaps my brand of blogging was never alive and kicking anyway. Its not scandalous, its not current, its nowhere regular, its overtly personal, and sometimes a little too much ego- everything is about me-me-me. I really like the old man barber tucked in a garage in this side lane in Little India – which I… [Read more…]
May 26, 2010
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