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March 31, 2007

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

Cut my lace, Charmian,come,

But let it be, I am quickly ill, and well,

So he loves.


March 29, 2007

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

GAAAaarh and gnaaaah.

March 28, 2007

Posted by K in Fiction.

A succulent piece of meat stared her in her face as she stood up from the table.

“You will not eat?”

No answer.

“Why won’t you eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“But its your favourite! I asked Maasa to cook it especially for you.”

A glance. “Not today, aunty, thank you.”

And gone.

Thoughts raged in her mind. What had made her refuse to eat that meat. Why did she turn away even when she saw the look of hurt on aunty’s face. Why did she even come to this God-forsaken city.

“A newspaper article, Beta, just read it.”

“A budding journalist ought to read other journalists, na?” A quick glance of contempt.

“Bellur? You will go to Bellur to report on the skin condition of a cow? Ha ha ha. You really will be a rich one, some day”

Shutting her mind to another day of taunts, she took the newspaper and went out of the house. There was a field nearby; the grass was long un-mown, and one could lie down and go to sleep, and stay undetected for hours. Back against a fledgling tree, she stretched out her feet, feeling the pleasurable prick of grass on her skin.

For two hours she read and re-read. And she made up her mind.

“I’m not sitting for the test tomorrow.”

“What?” The note of anger did not need to be concealed.

“I’m not sitting for that exam. I will never be happy there, I can’t do it.”

“And what will you be happy doing? Frittering away money and living like one of those fast women?”

“I will be happy doing this. Yes, I will be happy reporting on the skin diseases of cows in Bellur.”

“Fine. Do as you like. You can go there tomorrow itself. Sit in the train eating moomphali while everybody else takes the exam. I’ll tell Nana to make your ticket right now only.”


And so the train. The train that got derailed and lost a bogey. The train which became famous because it was on its last legs when it made its last journey. Her photo came in the paper. The skin that didn’t look human anymore. The head that no longer had the hair she carefully bathed twice a week. The camera followed her around for a week. Her bandages became national news. Her doctors were on TV.

“How do you feel?”

“The only survivor in the bogey that went under, — lies today in the government hospital of — “

“Do you feel this tragedy could have been avoided?”


“Yes, she is stable, but….”


“Plastic surgery is out of the question. We don’t have the money.”


Alone in a roomful of people. Watching the sun rise and set each day with equal disinterest. The newspaper torn up every morning.


Six months later, another ride. This time in a car. A city far away.

“It’ll be good for you, beta.”

Not that she had anything better to do. So she went.

The change was good for a while. Having strangers stare is better than having acquaintances sympathise. But not by much. There were no grassy fields to lose oneself in, and it was torturous watching the neighbourhood children discuss their career plans every evening.

“I will be a doctor”

“I will build India’s first space craft”

“ I want to be a journalist”

Me too! she wanted to scream. I want to be a journalist too! I want write! I want to be read and heard!

Aunty came into the room.

“Here.” A silent offering of food. She turned to go.

“Thank you.”

She turned when she heard the tears. A scarred arm went around the thin shoulders of the girl in front of her. Many minutes passed.

“Thank you, I am really hungry. I love how Maasa cooks this.”

“She has promised to teach me how to make it so you can have it every week.”

Smiles exchanged, and a deeper level of understanding reached.

Within a week she was writing for the neighbourhood news journal. A month later, the district newspaper hired her. Three years later, a national daily had her writing for them. And five years later, she finally had the money for the surgery.

“Aunty, I have something for you!”

“What child? I’m a mess right now.”

“Leave the paints and come with me.”

“Come with you? Where?”

“Come and you’ll see.”

Tears of joy, as a trembling arm, still scarred, hugged the girl, still thin, beside her.

“This is for you.”

Giggle March 27, 2007

Posted by K in Nonsense, Poem.

A flick of the wrist sent the feather afar

A gentle breeze swung it further afar

Onto the water, a crest and a trough

Until onward it goes, afar, afar.


A bobbing bottle carries it out to sea

Where the gulls mull over it

While the fish

Pull it under; afar, afar.


A blue land, bereft of light

The darkness plays

A vacuumed haze

And the feather-sucked in afar, afar.


A glaze, a maze, the feathered daze

Lost in nothingness

Carried-afar- by a bolt of

Seaweed lightening.


Out of the sea

Back in the air

Shot down by a ship

Afar from land, afar afar.


A child’s hand

Stuck out to sea

Daddy-look a feather!

Leave it child, God knows where it’s been.


Mollusca, ferry weather, tipple tee, absaluski,

The feather, the feather,

Look, it’s a feather that

Has been on shore, off shore



A feather that flies!

Afar, afar!


The neighbour has a Rooster March 26, 2007

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Diary, Nonsense.

Amusing, but true. The building in front of ours has a family that loves their animals. 2 dogs, kitty cats, and now an, ahem, rooster. And every morning, noon aand night(so much for the dawn myth…) the rooster proceeds to make…rooster noises. Amusing for a while, very amusing for a while, as you try to figure out why the million stray dogs have abandoned their doggy cries, but soon you realise that roosters are great… in cartoons. And begin to dream of tandoori chicken:eyes.gif

Seriously though, the rooster and I will have issues, especially now that I’ve finally got down to studying.

Call the World Cup off! March 24, 2007

Posted by K in Calamity, contemporary, Cricket.

 I cannot believe it! It has been confirmed; Woolmer was murdered!! What is the world coming to?!!

I agree with Alan Donald; how can you have the World Cup go on when there has been murder? Murder!  In cricket!!

Nithari March 23, 2007

Posted by K in contemporary.

I read in today’s paper that Koli and not Pandher murdered all those children. Pandher was reportedly abroad many of the times.

Hm. Why am I not surprised. I could be wrong, ofcourse, but the way it strikes me is that the rich guy gets away, and the ‘servant’ gets the blame. Money equations..is it?

Why I don’t watch the World Cup anymore. March 23, 2007

Posted by K in contemporary, Cricket.
  • Mandira Bedi
  • Mandira Bedi and Charu Sharma
  • ESPN STAR does not cover it
  • It’s become a circus.

       Ofcourse this is but a personally opinion, but the value of World Cup cricket seems to have been diluted with a slew of minnows entering the party. Ireland and Bangladesh(technically, less of a minnow than Ireland) may have beaten big teams, but I can’t see that as reason enough to persist with this throwing in of faccha teams at the World Cup!! Would it not be a better practice to have these teams play a calendar year, at the very minimum, of international matches against the big league before entering what is supposed to be the ultimate contest in cricket? I’m not into football, but from what I remember, they have qualifiers to determine which teams enter the world cup. I don’t know whether their qualifiers, like the cricket ones, pits minnows against minnows, or if the system is better.

  • One day cricket is becoming increasingly commercial and the spirit is being lost. I used to laugh at those who used to bemoan the ‘good old days’ when I was newly a cricket initiate during the 99 World Cup, but I now truly understand what they feel. I am an old school cricket fan. I make noises when things like Indoor cricket are discussed. I make noises when 20/20 becomes a regular feature rather than the occasional World XI vs Australia/West India/etc. I intensely dislike the masala-isation of cricket.

    I understand that the men who run cricket have a tough job on their hands. In today’s fast paced world, cricket will lose out to sports that require less time and patience, and they have to decide whether to sell cricket or themselves. ANDDD Going once..going twice…SOLD TO THE GENTLEMAN IN RED. Correct my auction(eering?) phraseology.



In other matters, the media coverage of Bob Woolmer’s death is shocking. Yesterday’s TOI, if I remember correctly, had a photo of his dead body on the cover page. Who does that?!!

   Poor Gil Woolmer is being hounded for comments. ‘Do you think this might be murder’. They fools! The woman just lost her husband! Can they not leave her alone?? Thank god nobody has asked her how she is feeling. Or how she felt when she came to know of his death. Or then again, I haven’t been watching TV. Maybe those gems have already been spouted.

 R.I.P common human decency, courtesy and fellow feeling.

Life is good :) March 21, 2007

Posted by K in Diary.

After the Maiden concert, things suddenly fell into place.

After Graduation(and I shall graduate,haha) I shall apply for the gap year programme either at the Gap Year College or at another place that Tanu is finding out about for me. Since those programes start june/july-ish that will leave me with atleast 2 free months, in which I shall travel! I shall go to Bangalore (:D), Pune, Chennai, Pondicherry and plonk myself down in Bangalore for a very long time 😀

Post-gap year I shall apply to FTII, Pune and will not go abroad to study. I love this place 😀

Review: Iron Maiden in Bangalore, 17/03/07 March 20, 2007

Posted by K in Diary, Maiden, Reviews/Rants.

Review from a Fan who did not SEE much biggrin.gif

Reached about the 30th row despite entering the que(actually crashing it; apologies to everybody snivel.gif ) at 2, if not later. We could have pushed forward but didn’t because one of us had been in a bike accident the night before and his arm was all bandaged up. Besides the crush would have been too great, and my friend had enough on his hands keeping me upright during the pushing, to not have to deal with picking up pieces of me squashed underfoot,lol.
The 2 hour wait was BAD, really REALLY hot and stuffy, and I had to turn my nose skywards to breathe pretty often during the gig.
Some joker was blowing balloons and launching them into the air, although some said those were condoms eyes.gif
The wait was actually great in a way because you can really soak up the flavour and mood of the crowd. I had a great crowd around me, none pushed or shoved, most didn’t smoke, and they had a great sense of humour-much needed when you’re on your feet for 8 hours without food and water.
Everytime a roadie came on stage he/she got the loudest cheers,lol. People kep asking the lights men to JUMMPP off the long climbing bar thingies,lol.
My friend managed to get out of the crowd TWICE and get back in,lol. Fatness has its value,lol.
Once FTN came on,well, lets just not say too much about them 🙂 I’m not fond of the genre. I felt sorry for them, the reaction to them was unfair and extreme. Everytime they asked Bangalore to put their hands in th air, all middle fingered hands went up lol.gif Choruses had the audience singing F*** YOU(or was that actually the chorus of all their songs? eyes.gif ) They’re not bad technically as a death/nu/whatever metal band I guess, but they just sucked at opening for Maiden.I thought the vocalist had too much attitude.

That was the fault of the organisers- they should have KNOWN that a nu-metal band wouldn’t be well received for a maiden gig, and had some clauses or something. I now find out that FTN didn’t even get to MEET maiden. That is just terrible treatment by DNA. Then came Parikrama-simply drool.gif according to me 🙂 The vocalist is out of this world, I love their work and Open Skies is painful because its so amazing! Their violinist cannot be human- he is too darn brilliant!!! I started head banging to the violin lol.gif
The push-push shove-shove also started majorly during Parikrama. There had been more pushing earlier but none as bad as this. I panicked,because the lot of us nearly fell, and there was counter pushing, making it all the worse. Hats off to the vocalist for noticing and stopping in the middle of Whiskey Blues. Guys, its LIVES we’re talking about here, he said. Lets just enjoy the music. I could hug.gif him for that! Infact I will tell him next time I go to a parikrama gig coz now that I’m a fangirl I intend to follow them around performances, lol.

I liked how Parikrama were very aware that they were an opening act and not the main show and they were humble without being sissies. 🙂 And yes their set was indeed a fitting reply to all parikrama critics who say they play only covers fist.gif
Then came Lauren Harris- and chants of “Bring your Daddy!” “We want Daddy” lol. I didn’t enjoy her performance either, though the sound was really messed up, I thought. Couldn’t hear her vocals much at all! She also got a little screechy when she asked bangalore to scream. “How ya doing Bangaloree?!”

And she too was received with raised middle fingers when she asked for claps etc. I was a little surprised, actually, because I quite liked her music on myspace. I feel sorry for her as well, I hope she didn’t get too upset.


Great show. Others have mentioned and commented on the setlist so I won’t go into that. It was the same setlist as Athens, Belgrade and Dubai, 14 songs. In a way the short setlist was a good idea because it was very hot, and more fans would have collapsed had they gone on for another half hour.

I was disappointed with the sound. I expected it to be wayyy louder! I caught sporadic glimpses of bruce, dave, adrian, Harry, but I won’t crib about that. I’d rather have the sporadic glimpses than be crushed underfoot 🙂
I totally flipped when Maiden started. My neck muscles are aching, and I’ve never headbanged as much! The crowd around started jumping for a few songs and mass jumping is so much fun! All hail tattered blue sneakers, I didn’t feel ONE foot on me though several landed quite hard on my shoe!lol.
By Hallowed Be Thy Name I was tiring a bit, and only raised my hand and sang along and headbanged in bits. Many many thanks to the guy behind me who helped me out here; I was close to getting crushed again. I wish I could locate him and personally thank him again, but I like a fool didn’t even take his number. I don’t even remember his name! I think he said Tej and he is from Bangalore.
The end was a bit disappointing. I missed the tank; too many taller people. I was so high by the time the crowd started dispersing that I was literally walking around in circles. I couldn’t walk steadily! I wonder if that was because of accidental inhalation of weed, because apparentl there were many people smoking in the venue- my mouth was tasting REALLY bitter eusa_think.gif The bitterness could also be because of the dust- all that jumping unsettled the ground, and my nose and mouth were rather full of it.

Got me an Eddfest shirt before leaving, and the refreshment supply was so bad that all the cold drinks vendors had run out of that and water, and I only found a bottle where they were giving out those left unused by the performers and the crew. Kept it as a souvenir, ha ha.

I met a bunch of sri lankan fans at the bangalore airport today early morning, and really, never seen more dedicated maidenheads. All the way from sri lankan, at the venue since 4:00 AM, climbed onto by Indian fans at the entrance, ending up quite far back though they were the first there, and STILL saying Man, it was worth it! I salute them! : ) edtroop.gif

They all play in bands; they gave me one band cd. The producer of the documentary took an interview of them and Sam Dunn took a pic. They were nice enough to call me for the pic as well, but the fool that I was didn’t go coz I felt awkward 23_2.gif

Maiden was surprised at the crowd- unofficial sources from DNA have confirmed that 68,000 tickets were sold! We beat European crowds hands down!! Apparantly Steve Harris and Adrian Smith gave each other the thumbs up at the begining of the concert, and the band was VERY pleased with the turn out 😀 Some very very lucky blokes ran into maiden, one guy had beer with the ENTIRE band, another spent 2 HOURS with Adrian! 🙂 Bruce and Adrian have said they will be back in 2008 with Early Days Part2. That might be in Mumbai, though I’m hoping it’s still Bangalore. I love Bangalore and I love Bangalore people!!!

These were without a doubt the two best days of my life 🙂 And the concert would NOT have been as enjoyable had i gone alone, so many many thanks to Bala and unknown guy/Tej behind me. I owe them both big meals 🙂