It's 4:24 p.m. on a Friday evening.

I've had a coffee break with friends and just can't get myself to work. Here's what I am thinking of, right now completely off the top of my hat...

1. About that extradordinary job opportunity in that other company in the town where my… Read full post »

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 »

Hi,

Just a quick note to all my friends out there. Well first the good news, evidently I'm alive. Bad joke. I know. So let's start all over again.

Hi friends, thanks for missing me and those of you who don't remember me, I forgive you, I deserve it. Got swamped with work.… Read full post »

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 »

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 »

I am a sicko. No, no,stop. Don't even start telling me how wrong I am. How sweet I am or how smart I appear to be.

I just know I am a wierdo. Let me tell you why. I have this wierd feeling always that all the people around me are… Read full post »

They walk into the living room. She leaves her bag on the sofa and stands with one hand on the back of the same sofa and the other at the back of her neck while she tilts her head backwards and turns it from side to side to get some feeling… Read full post »

I often dream of the sea; the sea in all its glory, with waves crashing into the beach and froth playing on the sands or rocks.

I once saw myself in a house which was surrounded on two sides by the sea. One side faced the North pole ( don’t… Read full post »

Addictions?  Let me see…

I was addicted to tea. Yes, tea. I could not go on without a cup of tea the first thing in the morning. I would arise from bed only to grab it with my hands. My mother loved spoiling us. Then I would have tea at 4:00… Read full post »

Oliver King posted a piece on vegetarianism earlier today. It got me thinking….

I am a vegetarian, no eggs, no meat, no fish… I was not always a vegetarian. I was a carnivore till about eight years ago. Why I gave up non-vegetarian food is quite a mystery to me. Every… Read full post »

I grew up living in quarters. My father has been an employee at Tata Motors ( the new owners of JLR), since the late seventies. Its one of those companies that don’t just employ their employees but adopt them. So we have free medical facilities, ridiculously subsidized electricity, 24 hours tre… Read full post »

Today I had tea with Sean Paul Kelly. Though I am still overwhelmed, I’ll try my best to do our tete-a-tete justice. Earlier when Sean had started to blog here  about his travels, I had sent him a message via OS wondering if we could meet if Trivandrum happened to be on/… Read full post »

You are asleep, fast asleep. One hairy arm on your chest and the other over your forehead, your left cheek in the pillow. It was a tiring day for the both of us, the most tiring day in my whole life. Our wedding day. I have slept only lightly. Taking every… Read full post »

She wasn’t feeling half as good as she had expected to feel. It had been her first bid for freedom, and yet she could not help feel a certain regret, a certain premonition that this wasn’t for the good.

What was wrong about it anyway? All it was, was a night… Read full post »

Things have not been going well for her. Her husband earns just enough to make ends meet. They have food to eat, her children are getting a good education at an English medium school, they have a roof over their heads and they do not owe anybody any money. She’s been… Read full post »

In a perfect world, I would have a perfect job. I would be travelling around the world and I would be paid for it. I would be thinking a lot, talking a lot and writing a lot. All as part of my job.

In a perfect world, I would be free… Read full post »

My lady in the painting from the days when I was still a little girl, I know you are sad. There’s a tear stealing its way down your cheek. Your eyes are wide open, they are alive, they are bright, the tear does not seem to belong to them. Your mouth,… Read full post »

Just got this forward at work today, had to share…. '

Well you see, Norm, it's like this . . . A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the heard is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that… Read full post »

This post is different. It is improptu. All my earlier posts have been deliberate. The subjects are decided, then I write out the stuff in a MS Word document. Posting is the final step. This one is the second one I am typing in directly. The first one being my first… Read full post »

When I was a child, I used to pray in bulleted points. “Krishna/Shiva/Devi, 1. please let me come first in the finals, 2. Please let me get that dress for my birthday, 3……, 4…….”. I loved lists. They made life more organized, I made lists of the things to do on… Read full post »

I have been around the OS block since October 2007. Around that time, the election fever was at its pitch, Palin, McCain and Obama were to be encountered at every click. OS was my prime source of information about American politics. Then Obama won, everyone was euphoric, piece after piece was… Read full post »

I was to trying to dig up one of Umbrellakinesis’ posts to cite reference for this, but since I cannot I have to trust your memory. Remember the post where she had talked about the  universe making decisions for us when we are too chicken for too long? Well I had/… Read full post »

I am a first born. My brother is three and a half years my junior. When he was born, I was jealous and it took me quite a few no. of years to get used to the idea that my parents had to love somebody other than me. The incident below… Read full post »

The street was dark and her tears were not helping. She used her cell phone light to guide her to the bus stop. When she reached the stop and was beyond the reach of the falling rain, she withdrew the slip of paper from her bag. And drops fell on it,… Read full post »

I am scared of tomorrow.

What I have today is not perfect. I would like to have more of everything, more of love, more of wealth, more of health, more of beauty, more of happiness, who can ever have enough? And yet I am scared of tomorrow. What if it… Read full post »