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Archive for May 2010

An idle mind…

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…makes the Devil’s outstretched hands out of green paper and sticks them on his tissue-paper-roll body, so that he can have a sip or two in the bathroom when no one is looking!


Written by Miss Shola

May 31, 2010 at 12:51 pm

Posted in Home Projects

The Bathroom Singer

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Another tiring work day had passed. He was home finally. His just-got-back-from-office routine lasted barely a minute, and involved steps that made him withdraw instantaneously from the stress of daily life: dropping the laptop bag like a sack of potatoes on the sofa, getting out of his formal business attire into clothes that let him be him, lifting the tops of the vessels in the kitchen to get a sneak peek into the dinner, gulping down water especially being chilled for him in the fridge, and such. And today was Tuesday. He served himself a large bowl of extra spicy banana wafers and settled in front of the TV to watch his favourite show, Indian Idol. As one contestant after another came on screen and belted out a song that could make or break them, he watched on – sometimes smiled, sometimes cursed, sometimes cheered – transporting himself into a world that didn’t know he was just a bathroom singer.

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May 29, 2010 at 7:37 pm

Posted in Shorts

Poem of the Day

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The train is chugging along ever so slowly,

Now and then I look out of the window to amuse,

But my mind wanders back to the same story,

The plot, its characters, their joys, their rues.

Written by Miss Shola

May 26, 2010 at 3:00 pm

Posted in Poetry

Kiran, 1961

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Kiran, a building that has been around for almost 50 years in the locality I live in, goes into re-development shortly. A board has been put up by the builders and its fate is sealed. And Kiran is not the only one; many more buildings across ever-bulging Mumbai are biting the dust. And it makes perfect sense too: old buildings are becoming dangerous to live in day-by-day and builders are offering better houses (sometimes more spacious too), more amenities plus some money thrown in.

The sad part is that the localities we grew up in won’t be the same anymore. We’ll have to get familiar with residential skyscrapers, jet-speed lifts that talk to us, underground parking, and glass facades. Those old quaint buildings adorned with colorful clothes lines at windows and balconies, and with a creeper growing out of the wall in the middle of the ground and first floor, will be forgotten gradually.

And that’s not the only thing that’s changing. There are 40 malls slated to come up in the next two years, multiplexes are on the increase, branded stores, restaurants and spas are sprouting on every street lapping up any extra buck that a person can spare. Obviously, all this development will be at the expense of something we knew and frequented and took for granted until now.

Sadly enough, a bit of the city dies every day; only to be re-born again. Much like the citizens that inhabit it.

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May 25, 2010 at 7:33 pm

Posted in Ramblings

Office Sounds

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Tip tap tip tap tap tip –many keyboards talking asynchronously.

Zwish zwish says the printer at the same time from the corner.

Officious footsteps go past tick-tock-tick-tock.

Ting tiiiiiing the door acknowledges obediently when a card swipes in.

The neighbour’s mobile phone goes beep beep followed by a stifled haha.

Trrrringg the extension rings urgently and is quieted down almost immediately.

Someone opens their purse zip zap, rummages, and closes it zap zip.

A chair complains click clank as it swivels back in position with the extra load.

There is a separate universe at work in an office; one just needs to be quiet to hear it.

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May 24, 2010 at 3:10 pm

Posted in Ramblings

Utamaro to the rescue

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~ Lovers in an Upstairs Room, from the Japanese artist Kitagawa Utamaro, rises like the phoenix from the heat and dust that had settled on this page.

This sensual piece of art is from his album Utamakura (literally ‘Poem of the Pillow’) in the Edo period, AD 1788. The details emphasise the emotion of the moment: the man’s eye as he gazes intently at his lover, the tender touch of their delicate fingers and the exquisite nape of the woman’s neck. The transparency of the gauze fabric that covers the couple’s entwined legs only heightens the sensuousness. Written on the fan is a suggestive verse translated as:

Its beak caught firmly
In the clam shell,
The snipe cannot
Fly away
Of an autumn evening.

Courtesy: The British Museum

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May 23, 2010 at 11:33 am

Posted in Art