shamiana

No words can adequately carry the pain that I felt this morning. DNA Afterhrs said "Whitney, No more". How could she possibly go away? Wasn't she immortal? Her voice had that melodious quality which could haunt me for hours n hours. Never get bored listening to Whitney Houston. She was always there to buoy my spirits, to heal my jilted heart, to keep me from despair. She has indeed left the clichéd "void" in my heart and what better way to overcome grief than listen to Whitney again and again... It just takes "one moment" to make your life beautiful and worthwhile; one moment to end it all. Some however, make these moments count and transcend the boundaries of space and time. Whitney did and how! Rest in Peace, Whitney Houston Will always love you -Shamini

"I don't question our existence I just question our modern needs " - Garden, Pearl Jam A suggestion. Play that song as you clean your wardrobe. Helps immensely ! i just did that... Regular readers of this blog know that I am in the habit of throwing my clothes out of the window ! Coming back to the narrative, I found myself gaping at the variety of junk that had made its way into my cupboard. Well, there were a couple of saris "gifted" by relatives, kurtas which mocked my eating habits, a pair of jeans which seemed to have resurrected itself to laugh derisively at my dream of shedding those extra kilos. And alas ! skirts that remind me of my "single" status. They somehow never get along with the married me ! Then were t-shirts, shorts, track pants all suffering from an acute deficiency of vitamin D Anyway, the song playing in the background just pushed me do what I like doing best- give away stuff that I had not used in the last year or so. Strangely ...

T hey throng during weekends T hey laugh,click, and “ like ”. I wait and watch the time go by; Wait till the swamp shall devour me. Sad and still the waters hide the hideous face of Nature; Lonely, bare and withering I stand waiting for the Great Spirit To come crashing down on me. I glance at the mass that’s left Waiting to go down. The sore begins to fester and rot. Slow and agonizing water seeps into me. Time slips by. I cling, clutch, sink, and die.

Let us begin you and I As we write upon what has gone by And wonder if what is in store Would continue to be a bore? Let us muse you and I On theories which we stand by with thoughtless agitation vain to realize it was all in fact a game Let us then play you and I games with rules which we should abide by only to see that rules virtual or real are meant to be broken. Let us go back you and I To where we begin to say goodbye And promise to meet again So that the ordeal might start again Let us live you and I In a world where everyone would lie and yet continue to be honest and take life in earnest.

Have we bid adieu to the age of reading printed books ? Have we outgrown the excitement of buying books? Do good bargains continue to please us? Is our purchase of books based on their online reviews ? Are book fairs on their way down? Perhaps, unnervingly, I might answer these questions in the affirmative. My trip to Strand Book fair this year epitomizes the shift in the general trend from print culture to the digital culture, the shift in buying books at sales to online shopping for books and of course e-books that can be downloaded for free ! I have seen the sale of withdrawn books at the BCL attract more enthusiastic book lovers than the turnout at Strand this year. Strand Book Fair had always been a rejuvenating experience. The feverish run from station to the venue (mostly, Sunderbai Hall), the first step into the bewitching book world the cheer of a strandian serendipity (one was sure to find a long craved for book ! and long lost friends ), long queues, (Saturday afternoons w...

Warning : Don't read if you revere literary theory. Theory bashing in progress. Literary theory has been as old as literature itself. Aristotle probably enjoyed writing Poetics as he refuted Plato's charges on various levels. Sidney defended Poetry but added immensely to passionate ramblings on the nature of poetry. Dr Johnson guided by his Neo Classical inclinations tried hard to defend Shakespeare against more stricter Neo classical parameters. Wordsworth and Coleridge continued the hail nature, hail poet movement ahead. Pound took to Imagism while T.S. Eliot pondered over tradition and Individual talent. Russian Formalists set up a lab to test literary works and experimented with the idea of making literary theory, a science. Structuralism further made theory scientific. Post structuralism and deconstruction questioned language and the process of signification itself suddenly seemed precariously close to an untimely demise.Hermeneutics and reader response theories put the r...

Hello people, long time no see as the urban youth puts it. this is my first post post marriage so ..don't expect changes...I am married not matured like a willow. I wonder why people associate marriage with extreme opposites.marriage is supposed to either make you blissfully happy or drown you into a state of abrupt maturity. a pendulum swing in your life it seems. I do not accept the popular "you are not the same post marriage" belief. Firstly, why would I change? Secondly, how can I change ? Thirdly, everything around me has changed so the least i can do is remain unchanged! - the house, city, people (seeing someone for two hrs is not the trailer for the movie that follows) and of course language in my case. well, I have not changed. Neither do I wish to change. I am same the chirpy old big sham. My existence is a continuum of what it has always been. Change the bottle you may, dare not touch the wine ! btw, it was after a decade or more that I happened to listen ...