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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.


FEBRUARY 12, 2009 7:26AM

The West Wind...

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 »

FEBRUARY 9, 2009 8:27AM

The day after

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 »

FEBRUARY 6, 2009 7:50AM

Innocence lost

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 »

FEBRUARY 5, 2009 9:20AM

The last hope

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 »

FEBRUARY 4, 2009 9:11AM


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 »

FEBRUARY 3, 2009 8:25AM

The lady in the painting

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 »

JANUARY 29, 2009 7:43AM

Why beer makes you smarter

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 thatRead full post »

JANUARY 27, 2009 8:55AM

A diary entry ( 1/27/2009)

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 »

JANUARY 21, 2009 7:43AM

About praying in bulletted points

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 »

JANUARY 19, 2009 8:43AM

U.K. is right...

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 »

JANUARY 16, 2009 10:53AM

Dad gets his report card

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 »

JANUARY 13, 2009 9:12AM


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 »

JANUARY 13, 2009 5:48AM

what has to be, will be

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 »

JANUARY 2, 2009 11:38AM

Reading between the lines...

I can’t believe he went away. I am stunned, I hear the latch of the steel garden gate clinking shut. I hear his motorcycle revving up and speeding down the road. My knees give way and I sink into the sofa, tears blurring my dazed vision.


Had he not known me… Read full post »

DECEMBER 24, 2008 6:23AM

My End of year lists

I have to make a few points clear


1. This holiday season I have more things to be grateful and happy about that to whine about.

2.  I have a great family who love me and who I love

3.  We all have food to eat, a roof over our heads and most/… Read full post »

DECEMBER 16, 2008 7:37AM

I wish you happiness for an eternity

My roommate has just returned to office after her wedding (we work in the same company). In a navy blue Bangalore silk sari, with her arms encircled in the traditional Bengali marital coral, iron  and shell bangles, a red bindi between her brows and sindoor in her hair parting, she was/… Read full post »

DECEMBER 15, 2008 8:07AM

A suicide note







I want to make it up to you


I was wrong, I know it now

So sorry I didn’t see it then

You told me so

But I wouldn’t listen

And now I am payin’


I want to say I am sorry


For believing I… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
DECEMBER 11, 2008 3:43AM

Humiliation - my skeleton in the closet

Here’s my most humiliating experience up for public scrutiny.


For a little bit of background reading I suggest my post Reconciliation .


Its O.K. even if you skip it, I’ll give you a short recap. I was almost sixteen, in tenth grade and a very silly teenager. There was this… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
DECEMBER 9, 2008 7:35AM

You are wrong, that’s not us you are talking about

In response to my post on arranged marriages, Matthew asked me to post my take on inter-communal relations in India.


I begin by telling you, Matthew, that I am the wrong person to be asked this question.


My parents are very easy-going people. As long as I refrained from improper relations… Read full post »

DECEMBER 5, 2008 11:55AM

An "arranged" happily ever after...

I am a good girl. Make that I am a good Indian girl.


I belong to a traditional Hindu family. Was brought up in a small town, studied engineering in an even smaller town and now work in a state capital which again is not so globalised. I have been a… Read full post »

DECEMBER 5, 2008 6:41AM

Thoughts for the Holiday Season

I have just finished reading “A Season of Angels” by, I am sorry the author’s name has simply escaped me. It’s a Christmas time story about three individuals who have their prayers answered with miracles. Guiding  each prayer to its completion were three angels. Of Read full post »

DECEMBER 3, 2008 11:16AM

A lifetime of Courage

My grandmother was married at the age of 21. When you consider that the year was 1954 ,the fact that Indians even today hold very conservative views on marriage and the correct age for getting married and the fact that Lakkidi is even now a small village where people still resist… Read full post »

DECEMBER 2, 2008 10:35AM

We deserve better, don't we?

Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan.

A brave NSG commando, who was martyred during the resue operations in Mumbai. An only son to his parents a person whose Orkut profile declared him to love good food and good movies.

He was by birth a Keralite ( from the state of Kerala). So when he… Read full post »

DECEMBER 2, 2008 4:42AM

To know or not to know....

The women in my family have been blessed with extra sensitive radars. My mother possesses an uncannily powerful sixth sense. My grandmother had too. She had known a month before her death her time was close. She had given precise instructions to my mother over the phone as to wishes regarding… Read full post »