Monthly Archives: October 2012

the more things change, the more they remain the same


when i was a schoolgirl in chennai,
i cant count the times (esp. before physics tests) that I’ve stopped studying and started yearning deeply for a cyclone …

it wasnt even a yearning it was a primal urge

it wasnt even a primal urge it was a prayer

it wasnt even a prayer it was the tears of a victim pummeled by a physics textbook

cyclone = no show. or do a meaner thing: appear on weekends or public holidays. pshaw.

and look at today’s nilam: back to back holidays from school, and tomorrow looks like a hatrick of days off: and I am yearning, primally urging, praying, still the victim: mum of two boys who play demolition cricket and the owner of a laundry basket that has runneth over.
#Iamnotkiddingyouaboutchennai: @ one golu i had to plaster my spine to the wall and suck in my stomach, if i didnt want to knock a bommai down


mahavishnu in madras


“…and then Mahavishnu took his chakram from his cupboard, his conch from the bureau, his mace from his box, and wore  his belt and tucked in his knife. he quickly stuck the red round patch on his palm for giving blessings, and sat on Garuda and appeared before Gajendran.”

firstborn tells his highly edited version of to an unsuspecting baby param