I dont sleep till 2.30 pm everyday – sadly I dont have that luxury and I have to get to work at 8.30am every morning. But its as good as not being alive. I am bored and listless and waiting for 2.30! And I check the clock every ten minutes.. Ok, the reason is kinda …
I went down to Womad 2004 yeterday, with a group of friends. The music was amazing! I had to go for a picnic earlier and was bit late for the event, and by the time I got there, about an hr into the program – the place was jam packed. If you have been to …
Singapore’s Ch5 aired the last episode of the last season of ‘Friends’. I sure am gonna miss them! ‘Friends’ has been such a great part of my life for the last few years, that I have to mention this in my blog. I got hooked while I was in University – when it was cool …
I happened to catch the Singapore’s new PM’s maiden speech as PM ( How could I not – the national TV had retelecast it so many times, not to mention the mobile TV in the bus on my way back home). While I haven’t heard the whole speech, I happened to catch bits and pieces. …
Today is Onam – it is the harvest festival of Kerala , the place where I come from. Its been ten years now since the last time I celebrated it. ! And truth is, I miss it – very much. I have a lot of childhood memories associated with it. ..Drawing Pookkalams (floral patterns), snging …
Life is a funny deck. As you play , your cards keep changing. There are no rules to this game. You think you have to all figured – 4 Aces to a deck – not one more not one less. And thats where you are caught. While you pull your 12th ace out of the …
I need to answer this here, now. Otherwise I will never remember why I started this. I usually type in little scrap notes all over the place. It doesnt help that I have four different computers ( two at office and two at home) that I use regularly and interchangably. So I have stuff all …
The randomness of words..the beauty of the written word when it is dealt with without inhibitions..they surpass many more common and well accepted genres of beauty. The thoughts of a person who is writing are restrained by the speed of his own writing. It does not gallop like unreined wind. Instead it flows smoothly like …