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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Some people take so much offence when they are contradicted. It amazes me. Can you simply not understand that each one is entitled to his or her own opinion ? Farenheit 9/11. That has been the focus of my morning coffee discussion for the last two days. And I am tired of reiterating myself. What did I think of it ? I thought it was good. I think every American ought to watch it. Because sometimes when the truth is not obvious or you choose to ignore it, you need a statemnt as strong as this to make people sit up and think and question. That was what we all agreed on. Whats the point of contention then ? Was that nothing but the truth or was that an opinion tinted truth ? How do unthinking gullible people use this information ?


Thursday, June 24, 2004

I am sooo sad. :-( . D. knows why. And he is celebrating :-(. I guess I have to move on now. Find another home for my loyalties.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

The waters are cold and treacherous and inviting. They call to the wild child. The wind through my hair , the icy waves kissing my feet. I stand there and stare into torn sky. The sand beneath my feet is sucked into the depths of the ocean by the retreating waves.If I had wings I would fly away too. Into the unknown.

Monday, June 21, 2004

Been reading a bunch of short stories over weekend. Some Marquez and some Tagore. Very odd combination. One so very surreal and the other so very real. One blurring lines between reality and fantasy. Blurring the lines between life and death. The latter tugging at the very emotions that breathing creatures living. From rain filled paddy fields, to the crowded streets of Calcutta, a kabuliwaala and the little girl Mina, or kakima who proved she had'nt died by dying. I toggle between the two till all the colours in my head are mixed up and juxtaposed like a painters palette that bears no resemblance to the painting whatsoever. I am not sure what I feel anymore.

Havent seen the sun in a while now !

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Its been gray for a while now. June gloom they say.

Monday, June 14, 2004

"And the years are rollin' by me.
They are rockin' evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be.
That's not unusual.
It isn't strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.

Lie-la-lie ..."

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Spoke to my dearest grandmom last night. The bravest person I know. The most loving person I know. She is everything that a grandmom should be. Warm and cuddly. Ever ready to make you something to eat. Sending you all her love when she is away and sweet delicacies to go with it. A guardian angel in disguise. Whose prayers carry the echoes of your own to the Supreme. Six little creatures clinging to her lap. And she has room for all of them. Your laughter is her happiness and your every tear her sorrow. Dreams are sweetest when she pats you to sleep. Pain dissolves in the gentle caresses and strokes of her loving touch. All that love and in all that abundance. God must make them of his best mould !