Thursday, December 17, 2009


There should be an expiration date. A date beyond which it should cease to matter. A date after which it should be kicked out in the trash without a second thought. A date after which there are no sneaky remnants that catch you unawares.

Hope.  It constantly fills and empties the hole in my heart.  The roller coaster ride should stop. Sometimes hope should cease to exist and be replaced by something more positive - Reality.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

missing souls

how many souls did you eat 
dripping ecstasy over rolling pins 
slow burnt naive dreams 
rushing toward the new moon
tissue scars melted 
the knife dug deeper 
haunted lullaby  
was it a good meal?

Sunday, December 6, 2009


It's brilliant to be able to point to something as elusive as love, and say this is what I want. Which means, since the last feeling you grasped, and believed to be love, did not measure to the thing you are pointing out, there is a realization. A realization I was settling. For less, for something that I cannot live with. And most certainly can live without. 

It's brilliant watching love manifest itself in people, it presents itself in a vivid palette of colors and a better understanding of which ones you want to color your life with. 

Monday, October 12, 2009


I told someone once that he was broken, just like me. He refused to accept it, to him it probably meant defeat.  

To me it means recognizing life has not been as I want it and still smiling victoriously. It means having character, the kinds which old artifacts have, unusual and savored for posterity. It means fixing myself over and over, and in the process learning a great deal about me and connecting at a different level with someone who has undergone similar pain.

I believed we connected at that broken plane, but we didn't. Perhaps, he was right, he was not broken after all.

Me? I am and I like it.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

cynic, not..

There was a time when I was proud to be a cynic, comfortable in the idea that I have grown up, matured over the years. Yesterday I was happy to be a kid, comfortable and quite relieved I haven't grown up that much. I get responsibilities, I get commitments, I get all the stuff that makes a grown up, but I am amazed that cynicism has not ruined my sense of wonder and the exhilaration that stupid senseless fun still brings me.

I really liked Wake Up Sid, and I am so impressed by Ranbir and Ayan Mukerji. Its the kind of cinema I would have made. If I ever got around to making cinema that is.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


the carefully woven mosaic of life 
unravels, rearranges into a new story
into an unknown even if tarnished picture
to adorn a different, unrecognizable me

Thursday, September 24, 2009


You know one of those fantasy conversations you keep having, well girls know what I mean. The ones where there is she said and he said, and then things magically work out just like we want them to with a lot of groveling from the 'he' involved. Well I was having one of those conversations in my head, and suddenly, the hypothetical me said something I didn't expect her to, something I wouldn't have in those circumstances. It fell into place. Answers came to me. And everything about that fantasy, the reason I wanted it to come true did not exist (well except the part where I had this amazing dress on, and looked awesome, and everyone knew me this really hot place, oh well! )

I now know what writers mean when they say characters have a mind of their own, in this case it seemed even the fantastical me had a mind of her own. I wish more characters would speak to me.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Here and There

Last few months, fun, not so much fun! A exciting sudden trip to Thailand, a painful trip to India ( tooth extraction) and a landmark birthday. But lets not talk about that. I am trying to block the fact that I enter the third decade of my life with not much success under my belt. Its not exactly where I had imagined myself. So I am delaying the cake cutting process till I feel like I want to be 30. 

Things I miss about the US - a car, my friends, Waffle House, old hangouts, and fall season of American TV

Things I don't miss - paying the bills, visa hassles

Surprisingly I miss US more than I imagined I would. I am giving it a few more months.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

small pleasures

One of the refreshing things about Singapore, are fruit vendors, which sell cut fresh fruits. Kiwis, honeydew, jackfruit, pineapple, papaya, oranges, you name it and they have it. And fresh squeezed fruit juices at a fraction of a cost of that in US.

I love my daily fix of fruit juices, its my new starbucks!

Monday, August 3, 2009

love aajkal

is funny, with great dialogues, but still not convincing that aaj and kal eventually end up similarly in current times. Its too easy to let go and move on nowadays. The idea that someone would take the effort to travel distances, wait for somebody for so long, and eventually come together like the protagonists of the movie, was unreal. Its a fun movie, Imtiaz delivered, and being the filmy person that I am, I loved it. 

Yet, life is not so filmy. 

Thursday, July 30, 2009

make up your mind, woman!

I hop and skip. I abandoned this blog some years ago, and now I want it back. I tried something with 'sehrgut' and it didn't work. 92 days, thats all I could record. But its still an eventful year, so instead of the disciplined writing which I simply am not able to adhere to, I say hello back to my original identity. Glass Menagerie is back. And how?, only time will tell.

Until I abandon you again blog, hugs and kisses.