tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61576381830030146622011-07-30T13:24:07.207-07:00The pretence of a mind that I have simply refuses to beleive that it cannot write... hence this blog. A harmless way to allow indulgence -to a brain seeped in contradictions, to an apology of a style revelling in blasphemy and cockiness, to an excuse of a bundle of utterly mundane thoughts which crib continuously about their existence, to the masque of a life too lazy to do anything worthwhile....Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-6596861446132666982010-04-11T11:20:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:34:56.389-07:00

Earlier you had to look at your neighbors to feel the green monster surging up your chest…now a quick peek at your social networking site does the trick; one click and you suddenly realize yours has to be the most God forsaken, trite, mundane, non happening life on earth…and here you were quite satisfied with your own sweet existence until the fatal click happened…pouf!!! all your self esteem is

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You are at a departmental store...the one stop for your multiple needs...even the humble lauki, aloo, baingan have received a makeover...they now stand stacked in clean shelves...milk in tetrapack, pulses, cereals, varieties galore...all well packed and stored...wow, when you have the opportunity to make even vegetable shopping a sublime retail- therapeutic experience , can you be blamed for

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Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-64840698553704549162009-07-27T22:10:00.000-07:002009-07-27T23:07:00.635-07:00

Yes, I am a fan of the HP books...one of the few things I would readily pledge my allegiance to. Perhaps that is the reason why HBP the movie failed me...miserably.To turn a riveting, ingeniously plotted, magical saga with deep emotional and philosophical undertones into an equally fascinating movie is no mean task...but HP 6 on celluloid doesn't even try. Instead one is treated to awe inspiring

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For the past few weeks the brand new fast food avatar of Indian cricket and the grand old juggernaut that is the Indian democracy, though colonies apart, have managed to keep us hooked, despite rising temperatures, shrinking pockets and other circumstances that make you feel like the biggest loser if you are still alive. When cricket and politics vie for your attention in what may in the

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We are today's people...people who could have been born in any country...it would make no difference whatsoever...we would still be the same...we are men, women, children, rich, not-so-rich, beautiful, ugly as hell, stupid, smart, everything...but hello, Indians? Yup, that too, by chance.What else would explain why we do so little about things we feel so much? Why Mumbai and Mangalore, inflation

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-37881546398016195642008-12-08T05:31:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:48:09.618-08:00

O I know this totally isn't the right time to talk about holidays...what with tourism sharing an alliterative brotherhood with terrorism and relaxation with recession...with "taking a break" becoming a euphemism for the pink slip syndrome...with the world being too busy doing nothing to worry about holidays. Moreover for an unemployed ...ahem...homemaker... also pretending to study...a holiday is

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I didn't want to write this ...I know it serves no purpose other than to relieve my mind of the burden that it has borne since last Wednesday, a burden miniscule, nothing compared to those of countless people touched in innumerable ways by the sheer magnitude of the tragedy...but a burden nevertheless. It is strange how a world that is globalised and cosmopolitan finds itself torn apart in more

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-40421431945422134082008-09-03T02:40:00.000-07:002008-09-03T03:11:59.528-07:00

It is the world of aspirational tastes...for almost everyone, more is better...greed is good...it is your life, make it as large as you can...never be "santusht" ...and never mind the "green monster" gnawing at your soul...pushing it to the end of its tether...it is what drives you on...gives you the kick...As we converse intelligently-if a little nonchalantly-about prices hitting the roof, the

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-45490708364305994872008-08-30T05:32:00.000-07:002008-08-30T07:50:39.166-07:00

A certain person I greatly admire once said, " What is life but a series of inspired follies?" Although that man's genius is only a part of the dramatic repertoire of one of English literature's best known cynics, his witticisms are anything but. Sometimes comforting as two minute noodles or a cup of coffee, sometimes painful as the guilt-hurt pangs that plague the junk-filled stomach...and

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-54192319259356846012008-07-01T07:47:00.000-07:002008-07-02T07:25:15.173-07:00

A few days back, Hyd played host to 'Manto Ismat Haazir Hain', a play based on a repertoire of works by two Urdu writers, Sadat Manto and Ismat Chughtai.The play was staged as part of the TOI Hyd festival, hence free passes were all one needed to get in. Yet, I couldn't help being a little (albeit, happily) astonished by the turnout at the venue. Methinks, "Wow, that many people, on a Sunday, for

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-164427952544596732008-06-30T11:07:00.000-07:002008-06-30T11:38:04.265-07:00

At night...you arriveYour promises make fun of youThey know your time is gone...and theirs will never come...The motley images you call dreamsbecome questionsyou are glad you don't have to answer...Your hero meets his nemesis...And life is just about to begin...Your sins cavort around a parched throat...Blood curdles in veins past each punished pulse...and the seconds keep rhythm to a labored

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Sometimes when you are caught between having too much to do and not wanting to do anything, ideas (not the life-changing kind maybe, but still) flood your mind (or that pretence of a mind that I have) as if they've been hunting for something to lurch on to. At this moment, for example, I am thinking a million things like......have to study......what do I cook......have to study......how much

Koyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246980445181972090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6157638183003014662.post-63034904871529065172008-06-22T23:13:00.000-07:002008-06-22T23:14:46.901-07:00

The other day a certain oft-forwarded piece on the follies of 'Santa' (of Santa-Banta fame) showed itself in my inbox...and a certain joke...another of Santa's supposedly funny reactions...lead me to write what is now turning to be my first blog. It goes like this:-Santa walks into a computer store and the guy, who is a salesperson, I think, tells him, "Sir, here is a machine that can reduce your

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