Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Repeat after Me: Pants are Useless

Countless conversations I've had in the recent past have been centered around the worthiness of pants.
And they all lead to the same revelation. Pants are Useless.
I'm not professing you go commando but just drop the pants.
It's summer. It's sweltering. And we might as well start taking advantage of the tropics.
Plus, your legs are choking. You just can't hear them screaming for help.

Thursday, March 25, 2010


It doesn’t matter if you care, just as long as you remember to acknowledge.

Monday, March 22, 2010

The Wall Project

Photo enthusiast and partner in crime Su, sent me a link to these pictures of The Wall Project when she spotted my back, my plane and my heartbroken ninjas under a raincloud.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Story of Human Rights

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of reading and writing related to human rights; and I happened to stumble upon this simple, informative video about ‘The Story of Human Rights.’

Monday, March 15, 2010

Old School

In a rush of
Text and Twitter
Email and DM
And all things electronic
We forgot
How we could get out of touch
And celebrate a little more
When we met again.
Or share the same breathing space
And not reach out
Via short messenger.
But instead
Rely on a roving eye
For a familiar face
Or a dancing frame.
And briskly look away
When we find the other
Mostly ever so eager
And now
Pretentiously engrossed
Sans bother.
Only to be
Caught unaware
With a sidling hand
And a familiar hug
Big, warm, groovy.
To exchange words
That would safely graze the offensive.
And gestures
That would make the stone-faced snicker.
Be harmless and inert
With no hurry to get anywhere
With anyone or anything.
Choose to
Just be lax
And relapse
Into the soft comfort
Of stupid stories and sonnets
Of people, places and planets.
Take our time
Ride the tide
Exit the neon
And hang by the side.

Confetti Weekend

Somebody sprinkled shimmering confetti all over my weekend,
And I laughed, danced and paid it forward.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Arrack on the Weekend

‘Arrack in the Afternoon’ was picked off the shelf at the Hyderabad airport bookstore amidst a swan song reunion tour that was howling wild.

I acquired the book at an equal bargain price; Kiran Nagarkar’s ‘Ravan and Eddie’.

To put it in 140 characters, the book is an ‘honest, depressing yet laugh-out-loud humorous account of the life of Verghese Konnikara, miserable drunk turned acclaimed God man.’

Set in Bombay, it also features the goddesses of suburban housing complexes, Takshila (Andheri East) and I.C. Colony(Borivali West).

Here’s a quote from the book by the protagonist’s self depreciating father, Kochapu Konnikara:
"You know why Malayalis and Irishmen make great poets son? Because poetry is the profession of dreamers and drunks."

This picture was taken after I was done with the book, at three am, on an early Sunday morning.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Weekend + Sale = Gladiators

The first time I fell for these shoes, they were far too expensive.
This time when I walked into the store, I could almost hear them screaming out to me from the across the room.
Desperate to serve and dying to be picked up.
Much like a choosy man left on the shelf for far too long.
So there was no shoo sha, nor any demands, only just a slashed sale price.
Much like damaged goods. Or rejects.


My sky high ego could do with a frame that matched.
And my desperation to expand my entourage of shoes surfaced.
Supply matched demand.
Solution matched problem.
Desperation matched desperation.
And thus, on the salary weekend, we caved.