Monday, June 3, 2013

First Post(!)

So yeah it sucks to lose all your photos. Everytime I think about it reverberates painfully in the hollow left behind by its loss. But one must learn to move on--though one does not know yet, how, exactly. In the meantime the purple frantic goddess continues to sit atop the refrigerator. I will wait with her.

Monday, December 31, 2012

One line rant

Never want to put myself in a position again where you , you and YOU can hurt me again. Kthanxbye.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

A False Start

I'm disappointed. (Already?) I'm also sleep-drunk, after 30 + hours of train ride through kuasha wreathed landscapes. I want to escape, already. Everything jangles too loudly on my frazzled raw nerves. I imagine them like loosened cables, covered by red piping. And duty-duty-duty-duty-duty-duty-duty calls my name.

Monday, August 6, 2012

So much, so little

The days are going by so soo sooo fast. and yet workwise STILL haven't achieved much. :(
All trips cancelled :( Kittens. Biting my toes and suckling on my earlobe at 2 am :] Brinjals in fruition and desi seeds on their way :) Osian film fest :-/ Kittens downstairs growing bigger and healthier and prettier and somewhat more friendly :) 

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The City of Dreaming Books

has just arrived by post. Strangely the postman (?) was wearing a sunhat, shorts and summer shirt and also a pair of goggles. Can't wait to get started! The temperature's still under 20 but if you, dear reader, think I'm going to waste this sunny day you're wrong. Off to the park, very soonly 

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Agatha Christie turned out to be a bummer: had read it not-so-long-ago. Again, the where eludes me. Dammit! 2 Euros wasted.

Nearly finished the Eva Luna book. Finished watching the Kevin film (We Need to Talk about Kevin). Meh.

বিরস দিন বিরল কাজ
But no প্রেম unfortunately.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Food for thought

Why do I always burn rice, these days? I wonder. But I'm absolutely hundred percent certain that I will never ever again miss burnt rice, that's fo' sho'.

Finished The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear yesterday. All in a day's work. Reminded me a bit of Hitchhiker's. Though no comparison. Dunno if I'd've thought differently if I read it in the original German or paid more attention to deciphering the puns with patience instead of hurtling along the book like through a dimensional hiatus.

Funny thing is I must have read bits about it somewhere. I certainly remember the carnivorous island the dimensional hiatuses and Querty. I wonder where. A translation of excerpts from Sandesh? Who knows. But I know the book beckoned to me from the shelf the moment I saw it (@ the second hand book store, what a marvelous place!). In spite of the 5 euro tag I bought it. I instinctively knew it was a genius of a book. where oh where had I read a review? The memory is smugly blank on these mysteries. It chuckles through the grey pall of Moloch-like obscurity: there's always a possibility of blue sky beyond (where I'll know where I read excerpts etc) but that's a strictly theoretical one.

Anyhoo I have a Agatha Christy to turn to now. Oh and if any Wodehouse fans want rare school stories/laughing gas in bounded crumbling yellowing first edition volumes then I (along with the aforementioned bookstore) am your woman.