Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Encounter with a friendly eunuch
Nayantara Sarma, a.k.a NT, declares in Oly Pub-"Gender is a social construct. You should be able to switch between genders at will" NT's short hair allows her to look like a boy when she wants to. It's liberating she says. I know what she means. I look like a boy when i wear boy clothes. Its a really useful thing in the streets of Delhi.
4.6.2010
On my way back from college street. Deliriously happy because i found a Steinbeck that i have always wanted to own but isnt all that easily available. Standing in a bus. A eunuch sitting on the seat in front of me, eating a mango. The other side of the story, the person who is stuck between the genders and is therefore by default a social outcaste. All done eating it she asks the lady sitting beside her for water. The lady shudders and refuses. She looks up at me. At this point i feel 'if she isnt making a nuisance by touching everybody and asking for money i have no reason to be rude'. Unsocial-antisocial i may be bit i enjoy conversations with strangers on buses or trains. I cheerfully pull out a litre of water from my schoolbag and give it to her. She washes her hands, takes a drink and tells me she's been thirsty from morning. I nod. She thanks me. I nod more cheerfully and tell her its fine. I'm starting to enjoy the situation. I can feel people in the bus getting disapproving or uncomfortable or something. She hands the water back and blesses me loudly. Pulls out a packet of supari from her bra. Feeling friendly, she offers me the supari. I refuse but i felt quite sad then that i dont eat supari. She gets up, we exchange polite conversation like whether the next stop is sealdah and she gets off. I bundle into the seat beside Nik and we come home.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Kurbaan
So mum's watching some movie. Kareena Kapoor. Feels suspicious at night, the scary hour, and she walks around this house. Basement door is open so she walks in. So far fine. The basement happens to be a terrorist hub. Yeah they keep their doors lying open like that as far as i know. We can all see a terrorist polishing his pistol. She overhears a conspiracy to blow up a plane. She starts backing up step by step. Not turn and walk with surreptitious glances backwards, no she prefers walking backwards with no idea where she's going. So she bumps loudly into a table, from which a dead body pops out so she lets out a squeak. The terrorists hear her and come walking into that side of the basement. The one polishing his gun has put it down before he goes to investigate the squeak from unknown person. They stare at her. She runs away.
They follow. They run slower than she does in heels. She manages to get inside her house and lock front door. After that though she just stands there and stares at the door while they bang on it from outside and threaten to kill her. Then they break the pane of glass and she starts and regains her senses. She runs out the back door and what is with this woman and walking backwards in slow-mo?
Skipping over some parts. The terrorists capture her and decide to not kill her but that she must be kept silent. But they keep her in a room with a cellphone and no guard.
After this my good sense prevailed and i fell asleep. for more fun, watch the movie.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Your bad habit, that is to say MY bad habit, of bringing home a suitcase full of unwashed laundry is not something you developed out of thin air. Nope. I bet your dad does the same. DAD, the other contributor to my gene pool remember?
I'm sitting here waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle of washing his clothes. He is sleeping off the jetlag.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Ooooooh Wooooooh, Ooooooh Wooooooh
Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets our heads are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration, it surround us, every nations, all around us
Singing forever young, singing songs underneath that sun
Lets rejoice in the beautiful game,
And together at the end of the day.
We all say
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag
Oooohhh, Oooooooooh wooooohh, Oooooooooh wooooohh
Give you freedom, give you fire, give you reason, take you higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets our heads are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration, its around us, every nations, all around us
Singing forever young, singing songs underneath that sun
Lets rejoice in the beautiful game,
And together at the end of the day.
We all say
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag
Now wave your flag (4x)
Oohhoooohh Woooh Ohohooooh Wooohoooh
We all say
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag
Now wave your flag (4x)
Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And everybody will be singing it
Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And we all will be singing it
The World Cup is almost here. :D
Friday, May 7, 2010
First question from my parents. "If our daughter lives in a hostel, does she count? Or do you count her separately?"
"No, no. This is her permanent residence so we do count her."
Ma of course has a follow-up question two. "What if instead of in hostel our daughter was in jail? Would this still be her permanent address? Or do you guys go to the jails and count separately?"
Man gave the blank look and got out of my house as fast as he could.
