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May 13, 2009

Posted by K in Uncategorized.


WordPress refused to allow me to access my little home in cyberspace for too damn long! And now that I’ve stopped using my Reliance Netconnect (too slow, suddenly), midnight inspirations (ha!) don’t get translated into posts.

So what would I have blogged about? The elections, my love and hope for the Third Front, Vir Sanghvi’s article  damning and spelling the doom of coalition politics (it may not be functioning perfectly, but to call for a two party system in India is like begging for the end of democracy, me thinks), the experience of voting for a Lok Sabha election (powerful, and not just because I had to roll out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30 AM; it made me strangely warm and happy to see people everywhere going to vote. Old men and women, people with newly repaired limbs, people with less than month old babies…they all came to vote).

I’ve also been steadily flirting with the idea of appearing for the UPSC exams, and had a first proper look at the syllabus. Let’s just say my admiration for civil servants mounted many times over on seeing the volume and variety that needs to be intelligently studied. I’ve sort of settled on optionals of Geography (strangely alluring and less frightening), and English literature (but ofcourse 😀 ). It remains to be seen whether I have it in me to put in the work that will be needed.

Oranges keep appearing. My Bombay habits of shopping for food lingers on, and everytime I go to the British Council Library (post-renovation I love the place.eusa_liar.gif), I buy fruits from the lane between Barakhamba road and Kasturba Gandhi Road. My regular Oranges aunty wasn’t there today, and I got massively cheated on stone-like apricots and rotten phalse. I have no idea where I kept my attention, because it certainly wasn’t where it should have been!mad.gif Anyway, I was very surprised to see oranges being sold further on, so ofcourse I bought somebiggrin.gif

I’ve borrowed myself a Romila Thapar. Let’s see how I get on with it.

(If you like to read and reserve contempt for the British Council Library, become a member of the Sahitya Academi Library. It is lusciousedrool.gif)

(Oh, and I succesfully made chocolate pudding, a cake involving orange rind (finally!), cinnamon, cardamom and other such things, pasta and shrimps with a dash of old port wineeusa_dance.gif)


May 6, 2009

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

Wool. Strands of thought that get caught in cold, steel wires. Indecision. Doubt. Every certainty giving way. A slow movement of the inability to feel. A monster upheaval, with the dirt refusing to settle. Stuck in a moment of time that is as continuous as the cliche. Fucking deja vu.