Yesterday
Last evening:
The soft thudding of feet on concrete under the moonlight was welcome music. I had forgotten, the feeling of strangled breath, the rhythmic sound of hair swishing in the wind, the pounding of a heart forced to pump more in your ear, the warmth of blood rushing to your head flowing into your ears and then the sweat pouring down.
I like running in the moonlight.
Today
I played my first ever game of Sudoku. Sometime in the last 6 months, this game caught the fancy of a bunch of friends and a newspaper (I read). I was obviously removed from the Sudoku wave, until, I saw a hoarding in South Mumbai and then promptly launched myself into Sudoku world enthusiastically. You can see, it doesn't take much to draw me into another "waste time at work" medium.
http://www.websudoku.com/
I like, the Evil level, to describe the toughest Sudoku level. It conjures mental images of a Japanese monstrous dragon grinning and clapping :-) (also the colors - gold and purple, of scheming royalty)
2 days In Nuce!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
3 days in a row...
The Sun is shining down on Mumbai.
The skies have emptied their largesse over the last 4 months and have no more to drench us with.
It is nice to feel the sun beating down your neck.The dusty streets have never looked this welcoming.
And now we approach October heat!
There shall be cribbing about the intolerable heat in 2 weeks now.
Its amazing how short-lived human memory and satisfaction is. We shall always ask for what we don't have. We shall consistently forget how much we yearned for the very thing we crib about.
Sigh! Human Nature.
The Sun is shining down on Mumbai.
The skies have emptied their largesse over the last 4 months and have no more to drench us with.
It is nice to feel the sun beating down your neck.The dusty streets have never looked this welcoming.
And now we approach October heat!
There shall be cribbing about the intolerable heat in 2 weeks now.
Its amazing how short-lived human memory and satisfaction is. We shall always ask for what we don't have. We shall consistently forget how much we yearned for the very thing we crib about.
Sigh! Human Nature.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Post hibernatum...
20 odd days since the last time I blogged - Bad, very bad.
Work, more work, running around, sleeping. "Sleep", my personal paradise reduced to a mere 6 hours. Sometimes I wonder what I do with my time - I don't think I have been doing any "me " stuff. Work has robbed me of vestiges of personal time and space.
I haven't done anything remotely creative.
My attempts to read "Sophie's Choice", which is truly engrossing, have been repeatedly shot down by my tired eyes. William Styron deserves better so, Sophie's Choice waits until, I try to get some order in my life.
Today is a new day - another one of those days- when I promise, myself a new order and sanity in my haphazard existence.
My social networking is at an all time low - a thumbs down on that account as well!
As a step towards 'me time', I saw, the Amitabh- Rani starrer Black on TV,and loved it. Tear shedding and a quick thankful prayer for the world of sight and sound followed.
My mother loves the movie Khakhee with the crazy enthusiasm of an Amitabh fan. She sat me through, parts of the movie- only so that, she could regale me with dialogues, she has learnt, by watching the movie 5 times.
Meanwhile, I think I can produce a decent rendition of Vertigo considering it plays in my ear almost all day.
I don't quite know, how to sign off, so here go -abruptly!
Work, more work, running around, sleeping. "Sleep", my personal paradise reduced to a mere 6 hours. Sometimes I wonder what I do with my time - I don't think I have been doing any "me " stuff. Work has robbed me of vestiges of personal time and space.
I haven't done anything remotely creative.
My attempts to read "Sophie's Choice", which is truly engrossing, have been repeatedly shot down by my tired eyes. William Styron deserves better so, Sophie's Choice waits until, I try to get some order in my life.
Today is a new day - another one of those days- when I promise, myself a new order and sanity in my haphazard existence.
My social networking is at an all time low - a thumbs down on that account as well!
As a step towards 'me time', I saw, the Amitabh- Rani starrer Black on TV,and loved it. Tear shedding and a quick thankful prayer for the world of sight and sound followed.
My mother loves the movie Khakhee with the crazy enthusiasm of an Amitabh fan. She sat me through, parts of the movie- only so that, she could regale me with dialogues, she has learnt, by watching the movie 5 times.
Meanwhile, I think I can produce a decent rendition of Vertigo considering it plays in my ear almost all day.
I don't quite know, how to sign off, so here go -abruptly!
Monday, September 05, 2005
On an extended bout of paranoia...
left work early with most others, as I saw storm clouds gathering over the Mumbai sky.
A "dark as night" sky at 5:00 p.m.
Flashes of lightning and claps of thunder- reminiscent of the biggie- 26th July!!!
Well, so far, it has just been another dark wet day- nothing bad, nothing flooded, nobody stranded.
Weather Check at 8:09 p.m, Monday, 5th Sep'05 - all is well.
A "dark as night" sky at 5:00 p.m.
Flashes of lightning and claps of thunder- reminiscent of the biggie- 26th July!!!
Well, so far, it has just been another dark wet day- nothing bad, nothing flooded, nobody stranded.
Weather Check at 8:09 p.m, Monday, 5th Sep'05 - all is well.
A South Indian Soiree
I had quite forgotten, what a South Indian wedding can do to you.
Two weddings in quick succession, were enough to tire me of the soft rustle of Kancheevaram Sarees- not that I'd stop hoarding them, now ;-) and banana leaf feasts.
A South Indian wedding, like any other of its ilk, elevates the subtle act of people watching, to undisguised proportions. Each woman, is reveling in the variegated display of jewels and silks and probably conjuring up images of her next must-have bauble/saree.
No self respecting "native" at one of these South Indian weddings shall be caught dead in anything but a Kancheevaram, unless of course, you are a man or a child.
I like, "the steeped in culture" feel of eating the wedding feast on a banana leaf, but, I cannot manage the mad scramble, to gulp my meal, before it decides to flow out the central rib of the banana leaf. For someone used, to holding a plate of food in one hand for eternity, perched, on the couch, staring at TV or reading, the nimble agility that is required of the banana leaf is a tough ask.
The South Indian wedding ,though I make it sound like that, is not all silk and food and plantain. Agreed, we don't usually make a song and dance out of much,wedding or otherwise, but we do have some interesting rituals preceding and following a wedding.
For the first time, I saw a little song and dance sequence as an optional pre-wedding ritual, where, Radha is married to Krishna, and devotees organize a mock dance competition to honour the Lord Krishna. What was most interesting was, only men, partook in this competition and these, men were not young, except maybe in spirit. The entire sequence, is enacted with a rice pestle, as a prop. This, perhaps because, the child Krishna, was bound to this pestle, as punishment for stealing butter.
Cool huh?
Two weddings in quick succession, were enough to tire me of the soft rustle of Kancheevaram Sarees- not that I'd stop hoarding them, now ;-) and banana leaf feasts.
A South Indian wedding, like any other of its ilk, elevates the subtle act of people watching, to undisguised proportions. Each woman, is reveling in the variegated display of jewels and silks and probably conjuring up images of her next must-have bauble/saree.
No self respecting "native" at one of these South Indian weddings shall be caught dead in anything but a Kancheevaram, unless of course, you are a man or a child.
I like, "the steeped in culture" feel of eating the wedding feast on a banana leaf, but, I cannot manage the mad scramble, to gulp my meal, before it decides to flow out the central rib of the banana leaf. For someone used, to holding a plate of food in one hand for eternity, perched, on the couch, staring at TV or reading, the nimble agility that is required of the banana leaf is a tough ask.
The South Indian wedding ,though I make it sound like that, is not all silk and food and plantain. Agreed, we don't usually make a song and dance out of much,wedding or otherwise, but we do have some interesting rituals preceding and following a wedding.
For the first time, I saw a little song and dance sequence as an optional pre-wedding ritual, where, Radha is married to Krishna, and devotees organize a mock dance competition to honour the Lord Krishna. What was most interesting was, only men, partook in this competition and these, men were not young, except maybe in spirit. The entire sequence, is enacted with a rice pestle, as a prop. This, perhaps because, the child Krishna, was bound to this pestle, as punishment for stealing butter.
Cool huh?
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