Tuesday, November 18, 2008


It's late when I pass it by.
The waste bin,
Smelling and overflowing with
The neighbors' collective rubbish.
Old, read newspapers,
Wasted food that mothers
Urged their children to eat
Before they junked it while she was arguing with the dhobhi,
Black polythene bags
That had been used to bring home
Sweets and bread from the iyyengar bakery
Among a whole lot of other rotting things.

He sat there in the midst of it all.
Looking, searching, sifting.
In his old, blue T-Shirt
And battered pants given to him
By a pitying housewife.

I watched him
As he picked up a coconut,
And shake it vigorously.

I watched him,
Watched his toothless grin
Grow wider as he realized
He could take it home with him.

I watched him get up and skip away with it.

I watched him
And I realized,
My trash
Was his fortune.


Here I stand
I'm in the middle of a crossway
I think maybe it's just this once..
But I have a feeling I'll have one everyday

I know it won't always be hard
It might even be easy sometimes
I smile at the irony of the whole thing
When the familiar warning bell chimes

I've been here before
I've know what it's like
I know it's not fairytales and candy
This is real, this is Life

I want to go back in time
I want to be seven
I want my puppy, the old black and white telly,
Blue uniforms, lollypops, and dark chocolate heaven

I want the tooth fairy, the unicorns
I want my big old house, barnyard and cows
I want all my dreams back
What I don't want is Now

It felt like I was twelve when I was eight
Hell, maybe I was twenty when I was three
I molded into anything anyone wanted
When all I wanted was to be me.


A whispered word
A stolen glance
Hidden smiles
A midnight dance

A blush of pink
A hurried kiss
Dizzy spells
And an endless list

Of secret touches
Of holding hands
Of sensual baths
An endless romance

Of hungry eyes
Of needy mouths
Of searching fingers
And moans and shouts

All wrapped up
In that whispered word
That stolen glance
That hidden smile
And a midnight dance

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Comprehensive List of 'THE MAN'

Girlfriend 1's Comprehensive List of The Man:

Should have/be:

Family boy
LOVED and admired by friends and family and the entire world!
Slightly 'crack'- bad wanna be humour
From south India**
Hopelessly devoted
Decently well off-- Ambitious
Love watching movies
Want to travel the world with her
Could be a techhie that does not say maybe (collared tee MS from US type)
Older than her
Know how to drive
Want to be on Amazing Race**
Adventurous and innovative in bed
Be proud to be with her at all time and show her off sometimes
Must fuss and pamper
Be stronger than her

Should NOT have/be:

A waiter
NEVER EVER think of cheating or dream of it, or read it, or speak of it or see it or any other form of infidelity
EVER lie to her
Shorter than her
Be overpossessive
Fussy/ spoilt

** Conditions apply

Girlfriend 2's Comprehensive List of The Man:

Should Have/be:

Small (tiny) attitude problem
Decently well off- with prospects of getting richer in the future (ties in with ambitious)
Funny- makes her LOL, all the time
Hopelessly devoted
The same core values (For eg. Killing and stealing is wrong)
Never ever dream of being super religious or making me super religious
Want to travel the world with her
Love her more than the kids
Respect women 
Super intelligent  and be able to have long, serious, intelligent conversations
Proud to be with her at all time and show her off sometimes
Fuss and pamper
Stronger than her
Street smart**
Clean and hygenic

Should not have/be:

Too much of an attitude problem
A waiter
EVER think of cheating or dream of it, or read it, or speak of it, or see it, or any other form of infidelity
EVER suggest a bhurka
Lie to her
Cannot be short (5’7’’ minimum)
Expect her to be a family person
The emotional maturity of a cockroach
Insecure or jealous or over possessive
A/ many drooling exes in the picture
Fussy or spoilt (should be able to eat pani puri off the street)
Seek to dominate
Fuckall mother or family **
Too male- farting and burping in public can be grounds for divorce

** Conditions apply

Wednesday, May 7, 2008


This has GOT to be my first blog post because (apart from the obvious comedy factor) this really sheds light on our mad, crazy country. Modern India never ceases surprising me… On one hand, we’ve got 60%+ of the country’s population being farmers/agriculturists/villagers, too little electricity for 1.2 billion, cows and dogs on every road like they belong there, and on the other hand, you have short skirts, parties till 4am, feminist bra burning types, awesome media/news etc, margaritas/tequila shots etc.

It’s short of a small miracle wonderland this India—and as is said, eet wonly appens yin Indiya =) Mera Bharat mahaan baby!

The following visual is for your consumption and enjoyment. Please go through it carefully and dig the details in the graphic too! It’s insane!

PS: I found it at the back of an Indian vegetarian recipe book. Yes, it’s true.


So apparently, lately I have not had any time. For anything in my life. Much less a blog. I don’t write in any of these anymore either- my travel journal, my dearest diary, and my poor chottu moleskin that is still waiting for me to jot down my first writing idea.

But now that I’ve sprained my back and rendered myself uselessly lying in bed, I might as well do this—
Main purpose for creating a blog- documentation of sorts. Maybe I’ll see it when I’m 90 (if I’m ever 90), maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll ask my grandchildren to see it to see what growing up for us was like (and see how cool Grandma is), maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll collect bits and parts and publish it, maybe I won’t…
But here goes- If you’re reading this, like really reading it- Welcome to my Blog =)