Saturday, July 30, 2005

if you want to be a hero, well just follow me

well, the excitement is over and gloom has set in.
in the past few days, this city has seen floods, blackouts, fires, stampedes, landslides, cloudbursts—the loss of life was truly unprecedented

a little poem by mr. floss.
apparently a 17-km cloud burst.
apparently a 17-km cloud bursted.
apparently a 17-km cloud had burst.

it was a rather sullen evening, the 26th, a rather unlucky date: earthquake, tsunami, cloudburst
at around 4:30, i wanted to leave office, but v had some urgent work and couldn't. so i couldn't.
we set out under the burst cloud at 6:30...
twenty minutes into our walk, we meet some guys returning to office, guys who left around an hour before us; "turn back, turn back," they shouted frantically, "the water is so high," pointing to their waists (tall boys) and necks (short girls).
v, who we shall call the courageous one, said, "did you see it?"
"no, many men told us."
the courageous one calls sharad immediately: "don't shut down office..." (since we were among the last to leave) "there's a bunch of us headed back."
me was all ready to turn back, wading through knee-high (tall girl) water past broken down vehicles is really all i wanted to see; but no, not the courageous one, she wanted to see it all for herself—the so high water. she said everyone exaggerates.
so we proceeded. the three hour walk home was demanding, draining (ha ha), overcast (ha ha, no really, gloomy), terrifying, unexaggerated, and, finally, overwhelming. there were alternating stretches of waist-deep and shin-deep water, the former really strrrreeetttccchhhiiiinnnngggg. the water gushed at the crossroads; cars were floating, cars were sinking; garbage was floating; public loos were stinking; nala's were overflowing; children were gasping; trees were falling; buffaloes were dying; but the courageous one and j walked, waded, kissed in the cloudburst.
at some stretch, the courageous one spots these two characters from some balaji soap, and is very happy with the levelling (socioeconomic term) the flood has brought. an hour later, she starts speaking to some scriptwriter (unknowingly), who incidentally writes for a balaji soap—kavyanjali. and she says, “you know i just saw nandini and karan walking by.” ha ha, i died. amidst all this chaos, it really made me smile that the courageous one could be so starstruck (ha ha, another one).
we were ecstatic when we reached bangur nagar. i must admit i didn’t think we could do it and wanted to turn back several times. me: burly, as opposed to the courageous one: surly. once home, it was nice to wash all that gutter water away. really nice. the chai went down well too. the night was hot though, with mosquitoes, cats, and nanitali candles for company.

well, the next two days went by working, without electricity and phones, but somehow working.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be.


Tuesday, July 26, 2005


the trains are closed. wr and cr rlys.
the buses will be over crowded also the roads will be flooded.
it is high tide now and the sewer lines are blocked and the water will not
drain till the low tide comes. this is how the mumbai sewer system works.
it is 100 years old.
rest all ok.
do call when u reach home

Saturday, July 23, 2005

come as you are

tanushri moves to the vashi office on monday
she will be missssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssed

Wednesday, July 20, 2005


so the new thing is hallucinations. two in one morning. i'm almost spooked.

I spent last night at Veena's. While approaching my lift, i saw a man get in and the door close. and i thought, fuck, i missed the lift (in my head i screamed "wait"). three seconds later i reach the lift, only to find that it's on the fourth floor, coming down. so, i must've imagined that guy.

again, when i reached office, i saw two men going in the lift. reach the lift two seconds later and it's on the third floor--on its way down.

I really don't know what to make of this.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Friday, July 15, 2005

Wednesday, July 13, 2005


jaromil's tale

new game

it's going to be only pictures for a while.
now that it's easy