Moana
- Location
- India
- Birthday
- March 16
- Bio
- A writer who has to write JAVA code for a living but dreams of someday reaching the elysium where letters would be all that she would need to exist.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Trapped Reflections
August 12, 2011 11:19AM - Vegetarianism - Why I quit
meat (..or rather how)
August 05, 2011 08:54AM - The Wedding Crasher
June 17, 2011 10:16AM - Flash Fiction - The Copier
Machine
June 10, 2011 07:24AM - When Life gives you Writer's
Block -
June 02, 2011 05:47AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I did a Tarot reading
for an OS member some time
back. She
did say it wasn't
tota…”
January 16, 2012 12:50AM - “Poignant.”
December 16, 2011 06:54AM - “Wow, I wonder if that is
what my fiancee is marrying
me
for...”
November 17, 2011 06:22AM - “So glad to see you
again.”
November 16, 2011 01:36AM - “That being said...I was
molested by a private tutor
when I
was 13. I would
defini…”
October 25, 2011 01:59AM
Moana's Links
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- RicTresa
- M B
- Greg
- tequilaanddonuts
- Freaky Troll
Trapped Reflections
It was P’s idea. Her great flash of genius. And of course K and S had to go along.
P was engaged to the zamindar from the next village. The wedding was to be held on the second day after the next new moon. He was at least three decades… Read full post »
Vegetarianism - Why I quit meat (..or rather how)
“Archaeology, it seems, has unwittingly proven that Vegetarianism is not only unnatural for our species, but a meatless diet is actually counterproductive to our survival. Had our prehistoric ancestors not learned to hunt, kill, and eat meat, we would not be present today to have this debate. T… Read full post »
The Wedding Crasher
She had always liked coloring within the lines. She had never wanted to rebel, to do something different for the sake of doing something different. In her late twenties now, she had begun to feel doubts creep in. Had she really missed out on something? Was she insane for being so… Read full post »
Flash Fiction - The Copier Machine
She loved her cubicle. It was right next to the copier machine. She loved seeing all the people who came to copy, scan, print or just fix a jam.
She played out stories in her head about all of them. Hushed conversations on cellphones, snatched bits of office gossip shared over… Read full post »
When Life gives you Writer's Block -
- Write about other people's posts....
A few posts which I think were read by shamefully few people. All cover posts have been excluded, out of spite. Just kidding....
Moana and Me
I started writing at OS in October 2008. So its been more than two years now at this place. I am yet to write a piece under my real identity. Why? I have written some very deeply personal posts which I would prefer remain unknown to everyone who knows me personally.
/…Reading for a friend
You bring sunshine into the room when you enter on the bleakest of days. You are or at least you give a very convincing appearance of being full of joy and vitality coupled with the innocence of a child’s. Your optimism feigned or otherwise is infectious.
You are or like to… Read full post »
So What's Up

Weekend Reading
I am not one for the award winning books and their award winning authors. I like my books simple and comprehensible. Jhumpa Lahiri's Namesake and Interpreter of Maladies are definitely my cup of tea but Naipaul's 'The Magic Seeds' went off at a tangent no sooner than I had read the… Read full post »
The Seasons
The spring brought her youth
Her blush colored the flowers
Her smile warmed the sun
Her veil became the rainbow
Her innocence lent the dew its charm
Her laugh gave the birds their song
Her vitality was the verdure all around
The summer gifted her passion
Her love scorched the earth… Read full post »
Navel Gazing
It is cloudy ouside. Being a Friday afternoon the bay is already starting to wear a deserted look.
Not much work to do and I find my thoughts drifting in varied and random directions.
I try yet again to reason why I cannot forgive and forget. I made bad decisions in college.… Read full post »
When a nation holds its collective breath
Today on the 30th of September 2010 at 3:30 p.m. IST, the High Court of Allahabad will deliver its verdict on the long pending Ayodhya issue.
I am sure all the details are available all over the internet so I will spare you the history. In a nutshell, in the year 1992 a… Read full post »
12
Since I love talking/writing/hearing about myself, here goes.
1) I love to feel with my feet. Walking barefoot on gravel is a pure sensual experience. Walking barefoot on cool sand comes a cool second.
2)The crunch of gravel is one of my favorite sounds. I can meditate on it.
3)I… Read full post »
TeleCooking
When I changed jobs this June, little did I know that it would be more than just a career move. For the last three years while slogging away at my old job, I had been living as a paying guest with a kind lady living alone. She provided good healthy and/… Read full post »
Not going there yet...
They sat facing each other, holding hands. They did not mind the hard plastic chairs and barely noticed the people streaming all around them. They sat in the middle of all the rush and yet far away from everything on this earth. In their own parallel universe, oblivious to everything but… Read full post »
Life Lessons....(learnt at the ripe old age of 25)
I turned 25 this March.
25 is as good a age as any to stop, look back and summarize the lessons that God, nature, genetics, society and family have all jointly contrived to teach you for better or for worse. So without further ado, my list...
1. Nothing except a headache… Read full post »
Getting Out
She finally dared to exhale. All the help up breath rushed out of her in a tidal wave of relief. The plane had finally taken off. She was air-borne. They could not get her now. She had left everything behind once and for all.
She looked around her, her fellow travelers… Read full post »
Ten Men
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you ten men with whom I have been in love.
Noddy: The toy man, my best friend in kindergarten and throughout primary school. How I wished I lived in Noddy land, building my house with toy bricks and driving around in those sweet toy cars.… Read full post »
Ego Trip
It's amazing how alike two people can be.
You go on a ego trip, boosted by all the awesome response your work brings in for you day in and out. You puff out our chest till it is ready to explode because people tell you work won't happen without you. All… Read full post »
Wedding Vows
I love you for existing.
For proving that fantasies can indeed be omens that herald the truth.
For proving that my thoughts, my dreams, my dearest and most secretive wishes were nothing but precursors for joy that only love can bring.
For proving my doubts hollow and my skeptic alter-ago a… Read full post »
On eggs and potatoes...
Get those eggs to the slab and break them into the bowl.
How do I break them, with a knife?
Use a spoon
I told you to break them into the bowl not around the bowl, now clean up the mess before the kitchen starts smelling enough to get your mother/… Read full post »
I am Scrooge this Christmas
I am depressed.
I can see you shocked. Your mouths still stretched after voicing the big WHAT!!??&&, your eyes rolled up so high in their sockets, that the pupils are no longer exposed.
It's Christmas week for God's sake I can hear you cry. Christmas and depressed, the ultimate par… Read full post »
A tale of two Man Booker prizes
I am feeling a little patriotic of late so kindly bear with me.
I recently read a book by an Indian author a few weeks ago, that had won the Man Booker prize ( don’t ask me which year) and that is what sparked this patriotic fervor. This book had… Read full post »
Victory Dance
The horizon stretched on and on, gently curving like the hips of a shapely woman lying on her side. As I walked towards the frothy sea of the early dawn, it grew more enticing, the faint tinge of red giving it a erotic glow. I hugged myself to shield my body… Read full post »
To the beyond......and back
The pain was gone. I was feeling nothing. Not even my own weight. My vision was hazy, My hearing was indistinct. It was as if the sounds were reaching my ears from across a great distance. I felt myself rising. I resisted, I tried to grab something to anchor myself but… Read full post »
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