Monday, April 28, 2008

Saw this quote somewhere and loved it, obviously. :-)
'The barn burnt down. Now I can see the moon.'

Thursday, April 17, 2008

kill the noise

hype noise gas chatter inane wheels turning revenue hype moolah

the olympic torch arrives in the city and the salivating media pounces for a blow by blow account of whos protesting, how much of police bandobast, who's for, who's against, who's fainted...waiting with bated breath for some blood, for some rage to spill so their TRPs skyrocket...who fuels this obese ravenous hype and I or is that just a clever and convenient smokescreen. does a torch need humongous amount of security, why not let the distraught Tibetan protesters do their thing by the side, and let the media occupy the middle, noman's land...the huge army of cops swarming all over the place, choking Rajpath, tense and rubbing their hands and lathis in anticipation. so then what about all the murders, road rage madness, drunk driving accidents, assaulted children and women that dominate the front pages and always will.

the IPL circus, another hype exercise gone mad...who's the richest, who has the biggest movie star on their side, who's going to sell the tickets the most. so then what about the game.


while she hums.

Friday, April 11, 2008

blah di blah

so, i finally meet the ipod nano. a tiny cute thing that packs a punch. we eyed each other, it and i. hope this friendship sustains; seems promising. :-)


its funny how us women can discuss n admire another of our gender without sounding remotely gay. despite the world going dizzy with the tumbling metrosexual, unisexual blah blah labels and tags, its still rare to find two guys dissecting another with considerable interest. unless they are, well, gay.

Friday, April 04, 2008


thunder's muttering...getting a bit dark, just 3.37 in the PM. temperature's come down quite some notches thanks to the short wet, windy spells.

this year's full of changes. Change the only constant, a cliche worn threadbare.


am really running out of captions, titles. hmmm.


Time does not heal. Time's brilliant at covering up, yes.