- March 16
- 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
July 17, 2012 07:13AM
- 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
June 10, 2011 07:24AM
- When Life gives you Writer's
June 02, 2011 05:47AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Another fantastic
interpretation. You must write
July 20, 2012 03:00AM
- “Wow, what a lovely
interpretation of the prompt.
July 20, 2012 02:38AM
- “Wow, what a lovely
interpretation of the prompt.
July 20, 2012 02:38AM
- “My story :
July 20, 2012 02:22AM
- “Thanks everybody.”
July 19, 2012 09:54AM
- MY LINKS
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »