tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188252232012-02-01T08:01:53.176-08:00always been fond of writing i have, so i joined the bandwagon...The Entropy of Smruthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01676249848651244744noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18825223.post-25028692104823903542010-03-11T23:54:00.000-08:002010-03-11T23:56:41.185-08:00

A large amount of time makes you an observer of life. It gives you the ability to be the interested observer, to sermonise and waggle fingers at the world. It feels much like the world is putting up a show and you have the time to sit and watch it peacefully. It also affords us a lot of time to examine the many holes in the fabric of our lives. It also makes you realise that the people around

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In response to the email questions I got... I did get married. My prince Charming did turn up and did sweep me off my feet. So, much to the relief of my mom and other alleged well wishers, I did do the impossible, cross my fingers and jump the broom. I quit my wonderful job, moved to a wonderful country in Europe and life is A-OK. At first, it all seemed amazing. It’s a picturesque country

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Consider this. For the last three years, my mother would finish all her work by the break of dawn. She would then perch her glasses on her eyes, set a glass of lemonade at the desk and start the grueling task of locating random potential husbands for her first-born daughter. In spite of all the experience and the prep, there is no guarantee to the results. Far from it. Maybe it’s the severe lack

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When I was younger, I had deadlines. Guy friends left at nine promptly; if I was out I needed to be home by ten, tell them where I am every 45 minutes and no car ever. Now if I’m with a PH (Prospective Husband Type) I get the car, no curfew and complete privacy. If I ever make the mistake of calling home, I’m told to hang up immediately as I was offending our esteemed guests. Sometimes I get the

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She walks in beauty. I noticed her at the Lakme Fashion Week and wondered how I could have forgotten she was going to be there. She has the characteristic stride of someone who has been doing this a while. I loved the way she held a pose and whipped around to walk back. But something had changed. I loved a lot of things about her. I loved the way she swung her shoulders back confidently and

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(This one’s got several parts. Watch this space)Apart from the complete mortification of admitting that you haven’t met someone by yourself and letting your folks find a guy for you, there is so much more to arranged marriages. More mortification. One of the subjects they should teach in school is how to nab someone and hold on to him. I'm sure this will save much trauma and therapy in later

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"Simply put this together as i keep forgetting what they are. Will keep updating this one.The 3 o clock show at the planetariumWorli Sea face in the monsoonChai and samosas for teaPaani puri anywhere anytimeThe crunch of snow under snow bootsThick woolen socks on a winter eveningFilter coffee and Upma from ManiBeachesThe book beaches””A full nights sleepSecretsMy mother’s humming of classical

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I miss my daddy. We live in the same house in the same city. I see him every day, we share a meal together but I miss him terribly. Like I mentioned before I hate growing up.Achchan is Malayalam for father. My father never let us call him anything but that. For the longest time, my achchan was my hero, my Superman. Still is. He’ll probably scoff if he read this but its true. Maybe its because I’

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On my to work a bit ago, I bumped into a whole bunch of giggling kids who had scurried away from college to catch an early show. Obviously brand new at the bunking college enterprise, they were giggling more of nervousness than anything. Metal mouths snickering between conversation, downy fuzz on their upper lip, wearing tiny tees for the first time, they were meticulously counting out change

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It was a long Geneva- Rome – Delhi – Bombay flight. I was 12 and bored. Sitting in a completely different part of the airplane, far away from my parents and brother, my ADHD ridden mind was going completely haywire. I remember having finished Anna Karenina and the in-flight magazine and three glasses of juice and being irritated out of my skull. We were stranded in Rome for about an hour and

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It was a friend who triggered the thought, the excited phone crackle of a first time mom talking about her new baby’s first step. Yes, EspritNoir (www.espritnoir.wordpress.com) it right. It’s true enough. We do focus on all the firsts. Some may say it’s the inherent nature of being positive. Perhaps. But anyone who knows me will agree that I am far from positive. I am cynical and fatalistic

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I wonder what its like, to do something for the last time. I wonder what goes through the head of individual when they realize they are doing something for the last time. Dead men walking the green mile, a mother letting go of a stillborn baby, a doctor watching a patient dying, unable to do a thing about it. It must hurt. And yet, one can take consolation in the fact that they have known, that

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another forward i got... thought it was quite a good read.... more later...Today's Mid-Day edit begins by saying that you don't need to be a rocket cientist to understand that the chain of events starting from the Bhiwandiriots to the desecration of Meenatai's statue and what happened as anaftermath, to the serial blasts on the trains yesterday, means somebody somewhere wants Mumbaikar's to spill

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This is a forward i received... not the best language or writing skills or expressed sentiments. Not even original but for me, it represents the spirit of my city. and for whats it worth, im proud of being a Bombayiite. I was the lucky one who didnt step out of her house on that fateful day. But if watching the footage was thatpainful, I cannot even begin to imagine the real trauma. He gives and

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All morning in the strawberry fieldThey talked about the Russians.Squatted down between the rowsWe listened.We heard the head woman say,'Bomb them off the map.' Horseflies buzzed, paused and stung.And the taste of strawberries Turned thick and sour. Mary said slowly, 'I've got a fella Old enough to go.If anything should happen...' The sky was high and blue.Two children laughed at tagIn the tall

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no special meaning here , just one of the better declarations of regret i had seen in a while... i hope he really did love her.. otherwise it would be just a waste...Pablo Neruda - Tonight I Can WriteTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starryand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the

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No political views being made here. Don’t expect to see sense at the end of this. This is a disclaimer.I first came across a poem called What happens to a dream deferred several years ago. When i was still in school when my dad gave me an Encarta. Thrilled at the prospect of my first CD Encyclopaedia, I clicked on something at random and the room was suddenly filled with the chocolate voice of

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We brought someone back with us.” Mahsa looked at me apprehensively as she said this to me. Katherin looked pretty apprehensive too. Since like most Europeans I knew, they were sympathetic towards all gods’ creatures, I was sure they lost their heart to a little chimp or a lame puppy on the street or something to that effect. Hell, they had just driven back from Goa only a few hours ago. I

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I came back to an empty house that evening. I do everyday but that day it seemed emptier than most days. Didn’t know it was possible. Varying degrees of emptiness. Like varying degrees of alone. Turned the light on and sunk into the all-forgiving bean facing the sofa. Had it really been that long? Felt like yesterday, he sat on the farty settee and cringed embarrassed at the noise. I’ve lived

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The other day I did something singularly enlightening. I watched a movie.Don’t get me wrong. I do get out. But the movie I saw was Brokeback Mountain, which is a good movie, no doubt. Not spectacular. Good, excellent in parts. That wasn’t what prompted this. It was everything else.I saw this movie with a friend on a DVD at home and I quite liked it. Not because it had a gay theme or it was what

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This blog was an attempt to reach out to the writer in me. I reiterate “attempt” because as you see I haven’t done much about it so far. I have been sucked into a Corporate Vortex which has Human Resources written on it and me shackled to its door with a sword over my head. Me, the free spirited heavy metal listening grump who spent college life from inside a Discman and several Kafka write ups!!

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