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Thursday, November 10, 2005

His Perspective

He read the email for the hundredth time perhaps. Emptiness was a feeling after all. A lovely paradox. And he re-read the poem the email contained

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

-- Vikram Seth

"Vacuity..." he paused and added as an afterthought " What a pretty word". He looked out of his window and it was a beautiful day. It was warm and the sky could not have been more blue. He did have time for coffee. But emptiness filled the void. He liked it that way. Emotions made him uncomfortable. They took up his space. He glanced at the email one more time. It was tempting. He could go. A feeling of distaste for wanting rushed through him. It was best this way. He hit reply.

"Perhaps in another day and time
I wont be twenty-six and you wont be waiting
not just twenty minutes but for a lifetime
I will seek you then, I'll send you a sign
But today is mine
and mine alone to live
I am sorry I can't make it,
I'll see you on another day and time."

Tuesday, November 08, 2005


Akshaya has tagged me. And he has also armtwisted me into posting this. :) The last time I filled out a questionnaire of this sort was when I was in 10th Std. I had a scrap book that I had people sign and answer a whole bunch of questions. A few years later, i found it in my cupboard and had a good laugh reading it. Its still lying there somewhere. I believe its going to be good blackmail material :)
A lot of these questions have no answers. Or to put it truthfully i am not very ambitious or prone to planning my life. So I don't know answers to some of them. The ones i do know i dont think there are seven answers to them. Anyways I am going to try.

Seven Things you want to do before you die:
1. Climb Kilimanjaro
2. Write a childrens book of short stories
3. Certify to be a step aerobics instructor
4. Lose 10 pounds from where I am today
5. Meet V and tell everything I have said to him in emails that I never sent and phone calls that I never made.
6. Knit a sweater.
7. Finish reading all of Garcia marquez's books

I'd like to do these things. Period. If I die before I can do them, no problem. I wont kill myself doing any of the above either.

Seven Things you can do:
1. Laugh for no reason
2. Smile when I want to cry
3. Dance like there is no tomorrow
4. Remember my dreams
5. Touch my nose with my tongue
6. Sleep through a fire alarm
7. Forgive and Forget

A lot of people can do this stuff, but whatever..

Seven Things you say most:
1. Damn Chindhi !
2. Fuck !
3. What nonsense !
4. Cool.
5. Wassup ?
6. Oh Shit.
7. Whatever !

Seven Things you can't do:
1. Cant cry in public. My sorrow is always my own.
2. Cant play video games. My hand eye coordination is zero.
3. Cant understand fanaticism.
4. Cant do more than 2 spins in salsa
5. Cant stand the smell of fish markets
6. Cant use roadside toilets
7. Cant meditate

Seven Celebrity crushes:
1. Abhishek Bachchan .. Seven Times over.

Seven People to Tag
No one in particular. But anyone reading this should tag themselves and make a list and post it or send it to me :)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.

Vikram Seth