Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Elephant Hanger Knobs

I really love it when small boutiques customize their interiors down to the littlest of things to reflect what they're selling.
This little hanger knob sat quietly in the changing room at Global Desi, a boutique retailing ethnic wear.
The little elephant's counterparts?
Birdies and Hindu motifs.

The whole store was done up superbly well too.

It was all purple, pink, silver and filled with pretty in the window display.
On the inside, the proprietor had sorted out the clothes not according to kurtas and kurtis or silks and cottons but colors and prints! So she started with all the cool colors on the left - the blues, purples, greens, and then went on to the yellows, oranges and reds on the right.
Perfect segregation to find something festive, I think.
And all very lovely!

Plus, the store had yellow light, which, as I have always said, is a great source of fake warmth that an expensive boutique needs.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Muhammad was a Punk Rocker

"Muhammad was a punk rocker, he tore everything down
Muhammad was a punk rocker, and he rocked that town
When he was in a dumpster by himself, Allah told him crazy things
For Muhammad to share with all of us,on his six holy strings"

I got down to reading The Taqwacores when I came across a story about The Kominas in the NY Times. I ordered the book within an hour of reading that piece and scouring the internet for more information about the movement that fell at the intersection of Islam and Punk, two sub cultures I never imagined could exist together.

The book, in entirety, was nothing short of epic.
Told by Yusef, a young engineering student who moves off campus to live with people who are all Muslim, “from a certain point of view,” the book covers a, “a Muslim punk house in Buffalo, New York, inhabited by burqa-wearing riot grrrls, mohawked Sufis, straightedge Sunnis, Shi'a skinheads, Indonesian skaters, gay Muslims, drunk Muslims, and feminists. Their living room hosts parties and prayers, with a hole smashed in the wall to indicate the direction of Mecca. Their life together mixes sex, dope, and religion in roughly equal amounts, expressed in devotion to an Islamo-punk subculture, 'taqwacore,' named for taqwa, an Arabic term for consciousness of the divine.”

There are parts of the book that’ll leave you completely lost (unless you studied Islamic culture) and parts that get you thinking about sects, norms and identity, innate and acquired religion and most importantly, subcultures that emerge out of rejecting, on the inside, what foreign society feeds you, and taking it all in and living it up, on the outside, just like everyone else.
One thing though, it’s really easy to tell that this is one of Knight’s first books (having been distributed as a manuscript before being picked up by a publishing house.) But even then, for having spawned an entire music movement and a sub culture of its own, it’s no surprise that the book put Knight in the same position with respect to American and Progressive Islam as with Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson and the Beat Generation.

Ideally, I should have put up a picture of the book, or a poster of the documentary, but I’m going to put the trailer of the movie instead. Imdb tells me that a lot of the characters from the book are missing (no surprise there) but since I was so in love with the mohawked saint Jehangir Tabari, here it is! (Also, the scene in the mosque which appears for a split second at 00:35 in the trailer is one of the best parts of the book.)

Monday, August 9, 2010

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

This morning, amidst my mad rush to work, I went through what most girls go through at different times during the year.
I opened my cupboard full of clothes, stared at it a while and thought, ‘Shit! I have nothing to wear!’

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I love you but, ...

Here's a whole collection of these funny I love you but's.
And here is mine.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Why I'm Single # 1097624

More reasons why I'm still single.
And when I say 'someone' I mean a partner, boyfriend, girlfriend, whateveryoucallit.

The next time someone falls asleep while looking like shit, don’t go ‘aww’, take their picture & put it up on every social networking site.less than a minute ago via web

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Cost of Political Harpooning

A few months ago a guy who interested me for a few weeks asked me with rapt certainty if I was a communist.
Last evening, someone else accused me of being a right wing extremist.
What the hell is going on?
Either I'm just picking guys who are out to offend my ass with a political harpoon, or really just want me to appear out of nowhere and draw on their face while sleeping.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

My Friend Archy

I made up for this

I ran out of swabs to get my eyeliner off last night so I thought of @twiddlem's receding hairline and cried myself to sleep.less than a minute ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

by sending Archy this

It worked!

Conversations with my Mother

You know those sentences where a comma or an apostrophe makes all difference and adds a whole new meaning? Unwarranted most of the time, but none the less? This conversation with my mother was exactly like that.

Mother: We will find you a nice boy.
Daughter: Ok.
Mother: No really.
Daughter: Ugh. Ma please!
Mother: What please?!
Daughter: Arreh I’m just 24 ya!
Mother: I know! But do you know how long it’s going to take to find you a boy?
Daughter: Umm…

Perhaps if my mother had emphasized on the ‘how long’ instead of the ‘you’, my brain wouldn't have exploded in my cranium... so soon... so silently.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Music Monday #5

Oh man! I didn't do a Music Monday post today.
But I have been listening to the new Gorillaz 'Plastic Beach' album for one half of the day.
Haven't got my head around it though.
But wait, whoever even reads this blog?

Learning #102659073

So, what has been my greatest learning after that BBC scene?

To be dressed well at any given point in time.

For if I wasn’t wearing my purple shorts from Goa and a tshirt that supported the Indian Beedi Association, I would be at the ceremony, finding out about what my real ‘are-you-ferking-kidding-me’ face is, and hopefully, meeting some very interesting people. Not to mention stuffing my mouth with tons of dessert.

Obviously, the photo alongside was taken a day after the event. That day turned out to be rather boring and I came home feeling like I had wasted my limited units of 'effort' allotted to morning dressing.