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With Love From The City Of Flamingos
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
Music
Old Healed Wounds That Ache In Bad Weather
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
The Music Of An Ex
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
Sunshine Moment
‘Little Miss Sunshine’ is about a dysfunctional American family. But I think it’s really about kicking ass. Let me tell you my own Little Miss Sunshine story.
Ideart: The Monk Takes A Yellow Submarine
As a bonafide rum lover, I had to have one Old Monk’s bottle in my collection. I kept it for a long time, wondering how best to use the textured surface of the glass and the distinctive squat shape with its plain oval face (where the label goes). I finally…
Ideart: Music Is The Colour Of Mirth
So I created this, from an old pickle jar, for a friend who wanted a picture of mirth (yellow and orange are those, aren’t they?). The sheet music and the rest of the symbols have special significance for him. Note – This is only one bottle. Each image is a…
Home bird
Home is a place of comfort, but not necessarily luxury.
I Style!: Rock Chic
It’s been awhile since an I Style! post came up. Have Mumbaikers stopped being adventurous in their apparel? I think it’s got more to do with the fact that I am not on the road every single day, struggling through a workaholic life and thus extra sensitive to a splash…
The Differences Make It Fun
How similar do people have to be to get along? How do you deal with the differences?
The Girl At The Bus-Stop
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…