new buildings coming up at nepeansea road. i had NO idea that there was any plot left. the old parsee bunglows have been / are being broken down for tall tall tall buildings.

one of them is this, right across my home.

Jemima

hen's neice jemima is so used to being put to sleep by him

i don't know how she'll sleep now without hen's nursery rhymes in opera.

meanwhile, she continues to make donald duck faces diligently as she's been taught by that

goon. i'll put her grown up pics when i find them.

so kanchi has finished her international MSc in clinical research. hope to meet her soon. These are her from Cranfield.

La Figlia che Piange 1917

STAND on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

H has left the city. H is leaving the city.

Hen's sister is getting married next month. He's gone home to fix things. She will be expelled from the zomi church for a year. So Priscilla will now be.....Lalrhamlun (Priscilla) Ramaswamy? and I'm going to be witness :D :D :D i'm so excited.

That's H and me in the Boys common room in SY / TY. me looking like moron cause the cam clicked few seconds here or there. H looking honest and peaceful cause he is.

and while i'm at it, here's a nother one of H and me. This one's in Pune, at harita's. H is leaving the city he says, for Pune. Deccan college he wants. But i think it's just the jumbo chicken, fillet o fish at burger king that's drawing him there. And riding bikes. I Hope he finds his light.really really. I still think he should go study agriculture and live his dream of buying a hill and starting his orchid and pine apple farm, dunno if business is his thing though. Or become chef. omg omg i know harita and nishant pushkar singh will second that. The last time he made chicken with almost nonexistent spice/condiments, all of us stared and stared and stared at the clock and decided to miss the train back to bombay so as to not disturb the 'feeling' of fulfillment. That silly boy shouldnt get into criminal sociology and rehab.

henry my boy, spike it up! do the jig! life's good. and STOP EATING FERMENTED FISH and raw Marve shrimps. That's whats giving you the loose motions.

"A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality."

"Can love and peace live in the same heart? Youth is unhappy because it is faced with this terrible choice: Love without peace, or peace without love."

"When the white man came, we had the land and they had the bibles. Now they have the land and we have the bibles."

starting trouble

ok so my net decided to connect. and. i'm coming back to life in a horrifying, zombie state.

finally theyre here. reminding me that i am a woman. after so long, and much ado.
and yes Dr desai/pai/xyz i shall still refuse to take those pills.
i feel tired and drained and feverish today.

i want to quit, maybe. thats not the trouble. i hope i am quitting for a good reason. is there anything better that i can be doing? or do i just need to grow up, as someone sternly pointed out?
i want to work for nat geo. research. cultural. anthropological will do too. but i dont know any social anthropology. should i study soc. anthro? what should i study?

i want to lose weight and go free runing. and


where is she that loved the rain, that loved the green and silence in
halls of stone, strange bamboo forest lights and flying in dreams


that i found last july in the rains between the goth and deco buildings
in that grin of october 2003

that was learning to love to find and read and look and see and feel and detach
to kill deadbedbugs and find love and hope in violence
and seek echoes in hollow words
and finger the souls of a messy haired zombie who sat over the orphan boy that drew purple bananas that refuse to peel and complain of colic once the midnight settles and does not sleep and does not sleep and grows long hairs to cover all that has grown and does not sleep

back from kaivalyadham


scam it was. ok. not so bad. i promise to do yoga everyday.
i just read my previous post.
pathetic.
pathetic.
i promise not to talk like that again.