Friday, June 25, 2010


thanks to iyengar bakery,

my cousin sumu's bday cake, reads happy b'day "sumo" !

And while we r planning to convince him that,
Its a new nick name..

i wish i had improvised my tamil vocab..

all that i could yell at the bakery chap, was "yedchap" !!!

Sunday, June 20, 2010


प्राजक्ताचे हे सडे, असा वर्मी घाव का घालतात माझ्या?

हो, काळीज माझ पायातच, रस्त्यांशी बांधलेल, अनवाणी

मागल्या वळणावर ठेचाळल्याच्या उचक्या जरी ताज्या,

माडांसाऱखी सळसळतात, लख्ख भाळावर, तुझी अंधारगाणी

अशी लय सोसायला, पावलात खुळे अवसान हवे रे राजा..

अवघे आयुष्य झाकोळून टाकत, विचारतोस, आवडल राणी?

हो आवडल..

नशिबाच्या रेषा मी तासल्याच कुठे होत्या की च़कव्याला भ्याव !


Sunday, June 13, 2010

dear PuLa

i miss you..i miss you..
if i was allowed to hold on to only 1 book out of all ...

that ll sure be one of your works...

vyakti ani valli ani batatyachi chal, evdhya bhandvalavar mi dhulyatli 6 varsh hasat hasat kadhlee...

i am sure tumchi pustak sobat astil tar i can spend n number of years anywhere..

cant believe tumhala jaun 10 varsha zali..
take care

miss you

Thursday, June 3, 2010

silence is killing me..

i am done mourning over my entrance result fiasco.
after few days of monotonous studying..having concluded that i dont wanna live that way...i am happy and back to being me..

bedtime reading resumed..."talking with serial killers"... is a poor choice though.. a very disturbing account of deeds of some of the most vicious psychopath murderers...

its not the body of crime...but the criminal mind... the monster hibernating within an apparently normal person..its very disturbing.. the guy next who seems very mature, may in fact have an over controlled personality masking the chaos within..

enough of my ranting..i ll talk about this book some other time..i am just scared... last year i was mountain biking in alps..chatting with strangers..exploring trails on my own...without worrying about encountering any such monster..

in fact i have been night camping n everything..i never experienced fear of any sorts..not even after ritual of storytelling at camp fires...

i once woke up in the middle of the night..with two green eyes staring at me..a list of monsters dead and alive flashed in my mind..then one eye started to swirl away...i looked around.. crispy smells of fleshy stories of a psycho killer and a white saree ghost breaking olympic records for chasing a friend's friend's friend's car on lonely highway, cooked about the fire, were still in air...

i laughed, went back to sleep....glow worms !!

cheers to all scary stories..psychopaths..

and the tradition of storytelling !!

"A need to tell and hear stories is essential to the species Homo sapiens--second in necessity apparently after nourishment and before love and shelter. Millions survive without love or home, almost none in silence; the opposite of silence leads quickly to narrative, and the sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives, from the small accounts of our day's events to the vast incommunicable constructs of psychopaths."


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...