Bhumika's Boudoir

I like to move it...

2010-12-09T22:33:00.001+05:30

Darlings, sorry, Blogger just fucked my layout and now I've lost interest. So I've moved it. Please do visit me at http://bhumikasboudoir.wordpress.com/ and continue with your undivided support and encouragement. Sounds very formal and corny I know, but please do show the love. And here's a favourite song from a favourite movie.

Ms, you just made a big mistake!

2010-12-06T22:45:00.004+05:30

In happy news, French teacher whom I bitched about so much has turned over a new leaf and is actually quite fun. We are all (teacher included) playing Secret Santa in class. And after bunking around 13 classes, I finally went to class today to get an education. And I did. Such a one! Today a girl in my class just casually said about another classmate, 'I'm sure he's gay.' So I said, 'How do you

Eye in the sky

2010-11-29T22:16:00.002+05:30

I was in school when I first fell in love with a cocky Gujarati boy with whom it ended badly. But I managed to get the last word in. A year after we broke up when I called him to wish him on his birthday he was mean and small. And I said knowing it was his birthday and this I remember oh so well because it just came to me - inspired as it were, 'Some people never change; they remain just as bad

Come feed...

2010-11-23T20:24:00.004+05:30

My body weight has always ranged from the pleasantly plump to the morbidly obese. I, of course, always market it as buxom. It was my English teacher in school who first called me buxom and since I like the sound of that, I have continued to do so. My weight hasn't really affected my life. Except during the dark days of my previous break-up. That means I don't do crash diets, I don't swallow

The day of the frown and the loss of the crown

2010-11-12T20:52:00.004+05:30

It will be cruel if I don't document my morning. It will be absolutely wicked if I do. It should be evident by now to the readers which one I would pick. So soon after blogging about teaching as I did, I'm going to blog about teaching again. And before you click that X on your screen let me tell you that this is hot stuff. My classes A1 Part 2 level in French started this Wednesday. I walked in

Memory

2010-11-07T02:19:00.005+05:30

Obviously not all journeys are the same. Not even when they are to the same place. You take something from every place you go to. And you also leave behind something of yourself there. I almost hate saying this considering it's the catchphrase on any dating/matrimonial portal but I do love going on long drives. Especially if someone else is driving. And it's safe to say that my best friend from

It's all right

2010-11-05T19:34:00.001+05:30

It gets lonely at the different. And I'm not even gay! But I've had that 'different' word hurled at me so often today that I feel like an outcast and terribly, achingly alone. It gets lonely at the different. It gets so lonely sometimes that your only solace is re-watching Coupling series after series and laughing your head off and telling yourself it's all okay.

Coming Back To Life

2010-10-30T22:45:00.002+05:30

I started my career quite accidentally as a teacher. It was a good way to spend time and earn some money while I was in college. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with teaching. I know I can be quite overbearing and overly dramatic. And these are good things if you are a teacher or an MC! And as a teacher if you work even a little hard at understanding your subject and your student, you

Instant Happy Makers

2010-10-17T20:18:00.005+05:30

This one is again for Harini who started it on Facebook. Here's what she says, "Was thinking, today, of all those little things that make such a big difference to our routine every day....those things that make us almost 'instantly happy'. O I don't mean all those complicated 'happy makers' like great career moves, fantastic relationships, the great bod, beautifully planned vacations, sons and

And the reason is you!

2010-10-14T00:26:00.004+05:30

When I was around five, I had this vision of me as a 29 year old. The age I am now. I had this notion that I would be a doctor who helped birth babies and I saw myself as a tall, fair woman, slender, in a bottle green saree and a big bindi. The dream aged with time. I added a loving family - a husband, children, a very happy mother-in-law and a very content father-in-law and loads of relatives.

Just because you can!

2010-10-07T22:10:00.007+05:30

After all that, you would think that coming back home to India would please the hell out of me. But it does not. The problem is not the country but the people. The disgust began in Sunnyvale which is so much like Indiranagar that I ought to have fallen in love with it as well, but that was impossible. Because in Indiranagar you do not find young Indian men sitting puffed up in their huge

If you're going to San Francisco...

2010-09-13T10:42:00.003+05:30

Sometimes I enjoy being a wet blanket more than other times. I grew up with non-resident Indian kids whose local guardians were my parents. My dad’s best friend and his wife slogged away in Kuwait and met their four kids only twice a year during the summer and October breaks so they could all have a good life together eventually. It was always a glamourous and exciting time when Uncle and Aunty,

Freedom from stereotypes

2010-09-10T17:21:00.000+05:30

My friend Harini recently started this note called Freedom from Stereotypes on Facebook. Here’s what she said: I was recently thinking about the stereotypes we break everyday... sometimes in private, in our heads... other times in actual action. These broken stereotypes could be of several kinds... like gender related ones.... for instance girls who think guzzling beer and cheering loudly for

Show me the meaning of being lonely...

2010-09-06T22:49:00.005+05:30

There comes a time in every mother’s life when she has to let her son go and have new life experiences that do not include her. You can only look after your son so much. You can only protect him from this much hurt. You can only watch him from afar as he grows and evolves from a boy to a man. You see him fall in love, change, become someone who is deeply involved in another person. You tell

By Your Side

2010-08-27T20:35:00.001+05:30

He made it because sometimes we need reminding. He made it because it’s so very good to laugh and cry at the same time. He made it for me because he’s as self-involved as I am and that makes for difficult soul-sharing. He made it for me because being my twin-soul he knew I needed it even when I didn’t know it myself. He made it for me because we fought and we were too proud to talk. He made it

Easy

2010-08-21T11:29:00.000+05:30

The incense burns in the air; there is music, and a completely lazy day to look forward to. Get a massage, a new hair cut, let the world go by and do its thing. Telling tales, sharing an amusing story with a stranger and nonplussing them completely, speaking to children, falling asleep laughing... Love in the heart, relief in the mind, and just ease in the body. An existential angst is

Flowers in the window!

2010-08-15T19:01:00.003+05:30

You will not believe the day I had today. I still don't believe it. This month has been a difficult month. And will continue to get worse. I'm trying to get used to the fact that the only men who matter will henceforth be available only on Skype. And if I continue to live in India then may be not even on Skype considering India wants to ban Skype because we have security threats! Not through

Feel So High!

2010-08-13T02:07:00.002+05:30

It's an awesome night. It's actually drizzling outside. Bangalore has totally become bloody buggering London except for the poshness and the stockings and the killer heels. I still can't sleep but I'm not complaining because the past few days kicked ass and made me feel like I really did live in a good world. Last evening, we had a college reunion and I decided to bunk it. Then my boy who was

Hotel California

2010-07-30T15:22:00.001+05:30

So in December 2009, I joined a naturopathy center in a famous temple town in Karnataka. I was assured by people who had been there before that I'd have a great time and come out a new person. I'd somehow miraculously be rid of my arthritis, my skin would glow, and I'd even lose weight! It seemed too good to be true. And since this was immediately after my San Francisco ordeal (and knowing I'd

Good-bye

2010-07-25T22:46:00.003+05:30

We were sitting together after two years - the five of us. A few new people were with us as well. Time. And we were making farewell speeches cause who knew when we'd meet together like this again? We were talking about how much we've all changed and how much life had changed us. But strangely enough, it wasn't really depressing because for most of us happy things had happened. For others there

A beautiful day

2010-07-21T12:34:00.011+05:30

A girl stops her bike in front of a photocopy shop on a really dirty, busy street on a rainy day. Eyes turn to check her out just as she inadvertently steps on dog poo. Some smirk, others laugh out right, and many just wait in suspense. What will she do? She curses under her breath and tries to clean her slipper as best as she can and proceeds to the copier. She tells him what she wants. He

Meaningless ménage à trois

2010-07-19T17:46:00.012+05:30

Growing up, Yeats was always a favourite poet. He was mystical and magical and lyrical and full of unrequited love. He still is a beloved poet for just those reasons. All I need to do is read these lines and the tears come unbidden to my eyes. Still. After over 8 years. We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green of the sky

How very dare you!

2010-07-09T14:47:00.017+05:30

Acknowledgements Dirkanna and Kuttinaai for introducing me to The Catherine Tate Show, Gopix for helping with the fight and the understanding, and Absolutely Fabulous because it is so superb! Disclaimer Parts of this post are reproduced from a discussion I was part of on Facebook. I could have mentioned names and designations as well but I decided to be nice. If you still have a problem with

All out of funk

2010-07-05T15:25:00.005+05:30

Just a quick update for people who have been concerned and asking my friends about me instead of directly asking me. Next time, please to get straight to the horse's mouth. You should know by now that I like an audience more than anything in the world. And I like an audience more when I am out of sorts. I am all out of funk now. In absolute tip-top shape. Lips are healing well, have

High Hopes

2010-07-02T13:52:00.000+05:30

Hear the strains of a psychedelic songencouraging me to get comfortable, stay numb.Feel the whiff of nostalgia.Cigarette smoke curling up towards a dark and purpled ceiling,while we held hands and nodded at each other. When I was in school may be the ninth or the tenth standard, Anu gave me a birthday card that congratulated me for being a non-conformist. I was thrilled. It spoke volumes about

Hot like Mexico, rejoice!

2010-06-30T00:28:00.014+05:30

Invariably, I like it when someone gets the prudes to start pontificating. In my previous place of work, one of the initiatives I was involved with included organising events and ensuring that at least 10,000 of the 12,000 odd work-force attended any after-work event we'd painstakingly organised to make it successful. While we did this with extensive in-house branding, since I was on the

Vow Wow!

2010-06-24T18:09:00.006+05:30

I went to a big, fat Indian wedding. I usually desist this sort of an outing but my choices were limited. Also my parents promised I could dress anyway I wanted to and not heap myself with gold jewellery. It was organised in a super colossal marriage hall off the Outer Ring Road in Bangalore. It had a huge playground sort of area right outside the main hall. It was perfect setting for the type

Holy Blasphemy!

2010-06-20T23:01:00.002+05:30

I met a woman today in my tish-tosh Indirangar Zumba workshop. I like saying that. It makes me sound so snobbish and arty-farty fashionable. Things I really couldn't care to be and rarely am. In a typical tish-tosh workshop in a few elite areas in Bangalore (no matter what the subject) you know the sort of ladies to expect. Ladies in chic designer clothes and accessories check you out (up

Bohemian Rhapsody

2010-06-14T00:20:00.005+05:30

Disclaimer: Not for the faint/foolish hearted; not an easy, fun read. V, one of my best friends from school who's the proud papa of a nearly year old girl called me today - he said he feels about 50; and is too tired dealing with work, life, family and all the rest of it. He says he’s terribly stressed that he can’t see his daughter play ever! It got me thinking about my childhood.

Hello, Goodbye

2010-06-09T02:55:00.009+05:30

I haven't slept in over 300 years now so I have decided that I have a right to ramble on my own blog. So now that I turned 29 and I'm looking at the big year very squarely in the face, I have realised I've learnt a lot. So like all the insufferable bores in this world, I too have decided to share it with you, dear reader . It has been a strange month - full of goodbyes and hellos. I feel like

Behind Blue Eyes

2010-05-16T02:05:00.005+05:30

In Palace of Illusions (which is a brilliant book, by the way) Panchaali and Krishna have a very strong, very desperate, very intense relationship. Often at odds with each other, yet completely in love - not the love that demands you to strip off your clothes and make mad love, but the love that transcends all understanding. As I was reading it, I was like I know this. I've felt this. I have

About a boy

2010-04-12T02:23:00.006+05:30

Here I am, in a dry month, reading about a young boy, waiting for rain, and wondering what went wrong. Summer wasn't supposed to be so hot, nor last this long. In the book, the boy finishes his journey, makes love to a woman. I watch my little jacaranda bloom and remember journeys - didn't you tell me that purple would always remind you of me? But it is only I who remember now in this

Baby's got the blues

2010-04-12T01:30:00.003+05:30

Last year I had Estranged that told me why I could not be blue. Only 28 and I was much too young to let love break my heart. Time was I'd start getting excited about my birthday the moment we entered a New year - just 5 months and so bleddy much to do! Select a colour, plan the look for the day, buy gifts for myself, budget so I would be a little less than broke on the D-Day. Go to work if I

Family Politics

2010-03-30T20:32:00.008+05:30

In other news, there was a get-together with the maternal family. At this stage in everyone’s life in the maternal family, two groups have been created - the ones who are friends with the Big-on-Gold Aunt and the others who aren’t. Big-on-Gold Aunt’s husband is a noted astrologer who even advised my mom when to have her baby (meaning me). Considering the way my life has turned out with all its

Who am I?

2010-03-26T21:39:00.017+05:30

I owe it to the lady who loved me since I was two. And I owe it to my mom who strangely enough thinks that my life and health will get better once I find someone to share it with. But my heart is still not keen on going on a let's-find-Bhumika-a-groom-search in spite of these two ladies I absolutely love. I refuse to find love on the internet in a meat-shop. I know it's worked for nearly all my

My pillar of support

2010-03-09T21:49:00.000+05:30

There is always such an unreality surrounding death. I recently lost the lady who was like a grand-mom to me though I never addressed her like that. She was always 'Aunty' - from the neighbouring house built with pillars - 'Pillar Aunty' from the time I was almost two. I realised very early that my own granny was a washout. (Like all my other relatives; except for a few stray redeeming

What does it matter?

2010-02-22T12:46:00.002+05:30

What does it matter if you have a new life? Make it alone or with one lover or a hundred more? What does it matter that your kin is happy? That you might be a lot less or a lot more kinkier than you were? What does it matter that my love couldn't keep you? That you were never true? They told me living well is the best vengeance. I have Italian dinners, travel the world, swallow pills. And I

Bedtime twist

2010-02-19T18:49:00.001+05:30

Okay, I will admit it. I was a coward. When I heard new Kannadiga Brahmin Aunty was coming home today (early in the freaking morning - who drops in at 8 am?) to make friends with the "only Kannadiga Brahmins in the area", I stayed in bed. It would've been a scandal to wake up and go say hello anyway. My mom would've asked me what I had planned for the day and I'd have told her I'm meeting all my

Me and I

2010-02-12T22:19:00.005+05:30

This morning I learnt all about the annoying skill of self-propaganda. Henceforth, I'm going to religiously follow all the steps when I am in any company that annoys, irritates, or bores. Unfortunately because I was just learning, I couldn't use this on the person who taught me this today. I was sorely tempted to dunk her head in a gas oven. She was that annoying, irritating, and oh dear God,

A purrmoonition

2010-02-04T20:44:00.002+05:30

I have a feeling that life is not as it should be. I was born human and being human was supposed to be the best thing ever on this planet - that's what all the Hindu scriptures say. But I feel I've been short-changed somewhere and that someone out there is laughing all the way to the celestial bank. Something needs to change. My Cassandra sense says it probably won't. I'm not a cat or a cow.

Joys of dating

2010-01-30T02:11:00.008+05:30

It began as a very sorry day with a French leave. Call me a loser, but I am a happier person when I am working even if it is (as it so usually is) working from home! And when things finally panned out and the day settled in, I was so tired that a massage seemed like a good idea after which it was obvious I would fall asleep. When I woke, it was with that oh-no-I've agreed to go out today-

Saving Grace

2010-01-28T12:04:00.007+05:30

There are times when I absolutely forget myself and become a good person. I feel very kindly towards pregnant women. My PMS and the actual cycle through all my years of existence has led me to understand that pregnancy which is the ultimate PMS, has got to be respected. Pregnant women have strange desires and weird moods. A cousin had to see the Krishna Raja Sagar Dam before she gave birth to

Zebra crossing

2010-01-16T23:59:00.006+05:30

You know that feeling you get when you know you are poised at the edge of something waiting... and all happy things happen and you feel blessed? All it takes is for some stray thing to take you back and push you down. For me it was the zebra crossing. I was crossing the road decently when suddenly it was just too overwhelming. It all came back to me like it had happened yesterday. And I had

B takes a flight

2010-01-13T08:12:00.009+05:30

Now I know why we have little documentation of our past. Indians like me are essentially lazy. And we rather talk than write. But since I am also noble with an eye to the future, I decided to overcome my laziness and document the life and times of Bhumika Anand that hasn’t been too bad in the past few months despite blog entries stating the contrary. You never know whom it will serve. I am very

A perfect day!

2010-01-09T22:45:00.006+05:30

Tea in a bookshop with books that I'd never buy with a classmate I didn't recognise but whose company I enjoyed; lunch with a pretty girl and a very good friend trying out a new cuisine and getting to learn about a culture and saying, "Oh well, they were more fun in Bapsi Sidwha's The Crow Eaters, though the chocolate mousse is orgasmic"; portrait session with a true artist and the mad Bollywood

In praise...

2010-01-04T18:17:00.004+05:30

We are all nice people in this world - if simpletons. Well, I've noticed that lavish praise is usually meted out to mediocre stuff while sheer brilliance doesn't get half the box-office. What does that tell you? Like this, "This is very well-written. No one likes sad, intense stuff, anymore, no?" (I actually got this when I introduced Eliot to a half-wit.)Or more simply, "Oh look at you, you

In Memoriam

2009-12-29T23:52:00.008+05:30

So on Sunday when my friend from primary school, who used to be my then best-friend and hence was part of/responsible for much of the drama in the formative years, bumped into me at the mall, I was extremely blase. A mere, "Ah look at you, how are you then?" and I stopped. She was probably a little nonplussed. She answered. I nodded all happy and said, "Okay then, see you around" and walked

An October Anniversary

2009-10-16T20:23:00.003+05:30

You gave me hyacinths blueSincerity first and constancy nextThey called me the hyacinth girl.A year ago...Days pass and in the silence there is nothing left to say. Diwali party invites are doled outLet's play a game of cards.I hope you find the hanged manBut I can see the future even without your cardsTomorrow comesand comes againand soon it's time to see who's handicap is the beston grass green

One good day in October

2009-10-13T21:26:00.004+05:30

So the deal was to hibernate and read plenty of books. Bloody hand can't hold any book so that's off the list. But hibernation is on as I'm not checking any of the social-networking sites and surprise, life is going just fine. And tomorrow is a good October day. There were two of those before. But thanks to last year, I just have one now. It's Aradha, my lotus' birthday day tomorrow. And I am

10 ways of happy!

2009-10-08T20:24:00.005+05:30

I want to write something happy. There's been too much sorrow and a lot of kashta pain now. Pondering on grief, I remembered the most fun song ever on sorrow that a girl and a boy (in the throes of fleeting puppy love then) wrote and narrated to me in school. Divya and Sandeep, I doubt you even remember each other much less this silly song, but I do and it's still as fun as it ever was! (Dukkha

Guide to Grief

2009-10-04T20:24:00.008+05:30

A friend suffered a loss recently. Her mom, the same lady who gifted me my Maharashtrian nath, passed away. And something I will always feel sorry about is that I couldn't go and meet her while she was in the hospital or see my friend after, as it involved a 15 hour journey and in my current condition, that is simply not possible. If you need at least two people to support you when you are

Karma Chameleon

2009-09-23T13:06:00.005+05:30

I was in college and simultaneously trying to earn my living when my mom was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. My dad had just retired and he got busy building our house on the one hand and keeping house on the other. Except for cooking occasionally and doing the laundry, I didn't contribute much to alleviating my mom's discomfort at all. I couldn't. I was in college by day and having a blast

In silence it echoes...

2009-09-18T22:24:00.002+05:30

In silence it echoes twice as loud. The sibilance sounds softly in my head And reminds me of heady sweetened Irish. They like it when I’m quiet. Quietly the loss is borne and the pain relived. Only the joints sound now – creaking and moaning like an old woman Past her prime with nothing left to lose anymore. But remembering everything. And everything is suffered in silence. In

Casually Coded

2009-09-15T22:41:00.006+05:30

And we finally moved into the new office - slightly largish classroom/call center (which is just 15 mins of commute time for me) whatever you want to call it based on how mature you are feeling that day. We sit in rows with no sense of a private space whatsoever. And the interiors are orange (if I'm feeling generous, I call it vermillion) and cream. And it's not cheerful, trust me. Yes, the

Worst of times

2009-09-12T23:18:00.004+05:30

I am reading many blogs these days. I usually start with someone I know or have been following like the WhipperSnapper and then I click on links of other bloggers who've left comments and so on and so forth. I also watch TV almost like a normal person these days. I watch serials, reality shows, cookery shows, confessionals in regional languages, sometimes even the news. And of course, when in

Uninspired

2009-09-09T23:46:00.005+05:30

Few realisations of the past few weeks in no particular order:When you go out in the rain, expect to get wet.When in pain, it's best not to travel.Freebies attract cheapies and vice-versa. No one really understands.May be it's easier to lose weight, hormonal imbalances and a non-existant immune system notwithstanding, than it is to teach people basic manners. Especially the cheap twits.A good

Not tonight, darling, I...

2009-09-01T20:30:00.005+05:30

In India, you can have socially acceptable sex only if you are married. Yes, even in 2009. Ergo, this getting married is still a national pastime beating even cricket. And marriages, between a strange boy who looks at the photograph of some girl and deigns to accept her after his family has carefully matched and pronounced fit both horoscopes, are arranged. But after all this, will they just let

My Mother's Daughter or Of Genes and Joints

2009-08-27T22:20:00.006+05:30

This is a very personal post. For the general, I-don't-want-to-involve-myself-in-another-person's-life version, read Post in a nutshell. The gossip mongers and friends and lovers can dive into the long-ah-ah version. I spent my entire day at the hospital today. No matter how much granite or marble they use; no matter how soothing they paint the walls; no matter how friendly the staff, hospitals

The Shawshank Redemption

2009-08-25T11:17:00.004+05:30

It's called worrying yourself sick. And I think I've become a champion at that. Heartbreak is not by any standards a crisis. Plenty of people go through that. Hell, I've been through that myself before. But I guess, I was stronger then.And now I am an 82 going on 28 and wondering if a mere heartbreak and PTSD (Post Traumatic Sarala Disorder) can induce fibromyalgia and hypothyroidism, then what

Sex and the City

2009-08-22T00:50:00.007+05:30

I wore heels to work today after an age. And when I walked, there was a spring in my step. And when I spoke, I heard the old chuckle in my voice again. I wore maroon so that obviously helped. But after an age, I felt good about dressing up and I chattered away happily to even people I’m not very fond of. Okay make that just one person. I love the rest.Today, I was glad to be a woman. And this, in

All about Eve

2009-08-21T18:15:00.005+05:30

Since I can't read books because I can't hold them for long these days, I've broke on through to the other side. I've begun to watch movies.Rati, I know you are snickering and dying to know all that I saw so I won't disappoint. In the past two days while I was at home trying to get better, I saw:The Dark Knight - It's unbelievably long (What? Does it think it is a Hindi movie?). I thought I will

Exclusive dirt for all my readers!

2009-08-20T21:39:00.006+05:30

I'm feeling popular and not unlike a celebrity. I'm wondering what will it be next? Morphed images of some nude girl with my face on it? So there are all these people apparently discussing me at my previous place of work. I even have a name now - some kid called Pushpa Raunaq and her friends. How do I know? My source is Anand Srinivasan from ES who always manages to overhear talk about me. Any

No Swiss coffee for me, please!

2009-08-19T00:03:00.010+05:30

One of the fiercest arguments I've ever had with Anu was about objectivity. Anu is my best friend. Were it possible for me to have another woman as my sister in the truest sense of the word, then it would have to be her. After our relationship turned a decade, we simply stopped counting. And in all that time, we've seldom argued. I usually reserve my comments when Anu starts anything that would

Butt out or Beware

2009-08-17T21:20:00.003+05:30

Recently, some one told me that people I don't even know from my previous place of work apparently discuss me. In detail. Fascinating. I thought I was history as far as that place was concerned; turns out I'm a celebrity. Even after I got away.My darlings/fans, if you are reading this post, then let me tell you once and for all that were there any pills you could take that would make you

So long, farewell

2009-08-14T11:19:00.005+05:30

So long, farewell, I eat and say goodbye. I am on a dining streak. It is largely because of the hysteria surrounding the fact that my office is finally moving closer to my house. It is also because I have figured that with the pills I am taking to get my health back on track, I can regulate my weight as well. Finally, it feels like life is under my control.As my colleagues sadly share stories

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

2009-08-13T20:33:00.000+05:30

Sadanand Nayak, a retired colonel of the Indian army and my friend from Infy, sent me a message early in the morning today wishing me for India's 62nd Independence Anniversary.I know it's early but we had been part of a very moving Independence Day celebration a couple of years ago. Since then and owing to subsequent interactions he's been convinced that I have a lot of patriotic fervour.I think

Freedom '09

2009-08-07T18:20:00.006+05:30

Suddenly I have so much time, more than I know what to do with. The past few days, letting my mind experience that absolute bliss that can only come from non-caring has ensured that I can finally just be. And so, being me, I want to do. Something.And today, I went shopping. Vatsala and I went to Dastakar (first day first show) and helped them set up the stalls. An Andhra man told me I was too

Love song to a stranger

2009-07-23T18:47:00.004+05:30

I'm all inspired by The Matrix which I finally saw. And now I'm a Matrix fan. I'm downloading Part 2 and 3 diligently.And Sumantics from the blogs I follow fame, gave me a beautiful book yesterday called Eddie's Bastard. I read it in one sitting. Debilitating illness of the body and mind made it easy to finish the book. The book speaks about a family that believes they are cut out for greatness.

The Queen Has Lost Her Crown

2009-07-08T18:30:00.004+05:30

How often is yes the last word on everything? “Yes” energizes or enervates that moment between the desire and the spasm. The heart responding gaily, when invited, beating obedient to controlling hands. Ah my Queen, sitting on a burnished bed in a tiny room saying yes and losing all power for evermore. Off with your head now. A terrible beauty is born in the remembered mating of minds. It is

Let's talk about size, baby

2009-06-11T19:32:00.004+05:30

There was a bakery sale at work today. Watching inept people (read baker woman and her baker's man) act like hoity-toity businesspeople is an education in itself. She was too busy gossiping on the phone in a strange, unplaceable accent and he was counting money while a queue of buyers waited to be served.Hearing the conversations in this puffed up bakery was music to the ears."What ya, four cakes

The 12 Quizzes of Bhumika (something like that)

2009-05-29T16:21:00.007+05:30