The Chronicles of Miss Shola

The blog's epitaph: Miss Shola came and went as she pleased

Archive for January 2010

Rumi’s Quartrains

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Was caught copying these from Rumi’s Unseen Rain at a popular bookstore today:

Being is not what it seems, nor non-being. The world’s existence is not in the world.

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached.

I came and sat in front of you as I would at altar. Every promise I made before I broke when I saw you.

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Written by Miss Shola

January 31, 2010 at 8:07 pm

Posted in Quotes

Happy 30th!

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About a decade back, second year of Engineering, in the college corridor:

He: Which lecture do we have now?

She: I have Applied Chemistry. Not sure about you…

He: I’m in your class!

She: Really?!

Even when He’s 60, he’ll always be that-boy-I-met-in-the-college-corridor for me.

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January 31, 2010 at 4:30 pm

Posted in Ramblings

Every dog has his day

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Morning and evening he hangs around at the corner of the road, about 100 meters away from the college gate. He’s a regular stray pariah dog, one that would go unnoticed. Until he starts following you, almost as if he is yours. You look behind once; he stops and wags his tail. Start walking and hear the tip-tap of his feet again. He can continue playing this game with you till you scare him off with a glare. He then gives you that jilted lover look and turns back resignedly. He does this to all the pretty legs that walk that stretch of the road: college girls strolling along, housewives walking briskly to the nearby park, maids pulling their tired selves to the chawls they live in. They are all the same for him. Once he intimidated a pair of yellow sandals. She cried for help and he was given the stone. Before scampering away he said to himself, “Nah, can’t be her”.

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January 28, 2010 at 5:39 pm

Posted in Shorts

A post for the heck of one

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Chicken frankie – Rs. 35, Amul chaas – Rs. 8, Cadbury shots – Rs. 2. All in all, Rs. 45 for a satiating three course meal by the roadside. Who said it’s expensive to eat out?

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January 24, 2010 at 7:14 pm

Posted in Ramblings

What pizzazz!

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So what if the pizza base was readymade? So what if I used lots of tomato ketchup? So what if all I had to do was cut/shred all the ingredients and assemble them? Aren’t they still pretty little things? See!

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January 18, 2010 at 10:06 pm

Posted in Chow

Mrs. M

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Mrs. M has been around since I was born. She lives in my building, just a floor below ours, all alone. She has five children, settled in different parts of the world. If you don’t see her for a while, you know she has gone visiting them. When she is around, she makes it a point to greet you when you bump into her – in the lift, by the road, at the kirana shop. We’ve exchanged just hellos for years and years now.

She came over when my niece was born and gifted her her first mug. She told us then that she is a qualified nurse. I thought to myself, how little we know about people we know for so long. She was the only one to give me a card on my wedding day. She also came over to check on my father a couple of times when he was ill.

I went to her funeral mass today. Her daughter said “she lived, laughed and loved with her heart”. What a nice epitaph to have.

Some people may just be an insignificant part of our lives. But their going away forever takes away that insignificant piece of life forever, only to be recalled upon from memory. Like Mrs. M, who will now be a part of my growing-up memories.

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January 17, 2010 at 11:52 pm

Posted in Ramblings

The Scent of a Man

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Strong,

Musky,

Spicy,

Sweaty,

Hormonal,

Soapy,

Smoky,

Many,

Heady,

Lingers,

Sexy,

Very sexy.

Written by Miss Shola

January 14, 2010 at 12:57 pm

Posted in Poetry