Monday, March 20, 2006


This here piece is what is called an egopost. It contains nothing of any interest to anyone else except myself. Har har. I reached the following astonishing conclusions over the course of a very lovely and chilled weekend.

After sitting through the pointless Cold Mountain and the plodding and acutely irritating Brokeback Mountain, I have resolved never to watch another movie with the word Mountain in its title.
Jacaranda is my current favorite flower. In many places in Bangalore, a jacaranda tree is what redeems this city from its infernal roads.
I want to see what it’s like to spend all my money on things that I want but don’t need, and end up with no money at the end of the month. This should be easy.
Heard the song “What’s love got to do with it” (this one sung by someone called Fat Joe). It brought back memories of Florida like nothing else.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Napping on a busy day

The other day, friend and I were passing the evening by stuffing face at a quick eats place. Friend had decided that it was in the interest of humanity in general to see that my face was stuffed, quickly, as I had just announced that I was very hungry.
Anyway, so there we were, standing beside a row of parked bikes and chewing on some hearty meat rolls. There was one empty space next to me, however, occupied by a sleeping dog who was curled up to look like a furry brown comma.
A man on a bike came up, and nearly parked in this space. Then he saw the dog and backed away, making as little noise as possible.
Friend and I remarked on the niceness of this man. A short while later, another man on a bike. But this time, the dog wasn’t so lucky. This man honked and made sure our sweet, groggy, brown comma of a dog woke up and walked away, tottering off trying to look for another napping place.
I said, “welcome to reality” as the dog departed. Oh well.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Er, could you get this picture off my head, please?

So the Bush-man is in India and we are all suitably a-twitter, at least in the media. But aside from the buddy vibe that he and our Mr. Prime Minister seem to have suddenly discovered, the big nu-killer (Bush’s pronunciation, not mine) deal that is supposedly afoot, the impact on geo-politics in the South Asia region, the ramifications of our stance on Iran and future trade with the U.S. that this visit will surely bring about, I have one important point that I am quite concerned about, and it is this.
There are the customary protestors in India who are extremely not happy with Dubya’s visit. Maybe they are just mad that they never had a red-carpet welcome or a Presidential banquet hosted in their honor. Whatever the case may be, they have chosen to show their displeasure by parading a donkey on the street with a picture of George W. plastered on its forehead.
I must strenuously object to this. Aside from the fact that it reflects very badly on our heritage of warm hospitality, I happen to think donkeys don’t deserve this sort of treatment. No, really. I like donkeys and think they are rather cute and severely misunderstood. Moreover, if the donkey had a choice of which human political bigwig’s picture it would like on its forehead, do you think it would have chosen this particular one?
Exactly. So please, let’s just take a step back here and keep donkeys out of the whole equation. I think this is a reasonable request. I hope that the powers that be who decide the poster-on-a-donkey component of any major diplomatic visit will take heed and see that no donkeys are harassed the next time a certain (or uncertain) foreign dignitary decides to visit.

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