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bye bye fullhyd. was nice knowing you.

orejas General bye bye fullhyd. was nice knowing you. tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-11-12:1132 2004-11-12T18:38:47+05:30

why do people have families? i dont understand. all they do is hurt each other and there is so much taking for granted and so much more baggage than in any other relationships. i dont understand ...

orejas General why do people have families? i dont understand. all they do is hurt each other and there is so much taking for granted and so much more baggage than in any other relationships. i dont understand her i dont understand my parents i dont understand this whole thing i dont understand why there have to be eggshells all the time i dont understand why i become something inferior, something irritating, something superfluous, something insignificant, seomthing that must be shushed, made to stay still in the corner or at the least completely ignored. i dont understand why, just because she is here only for a short while, she can be allowed ot get away with nasty snide remarks and laugh them off as jokes, and when i say anything it is mean. i dont understand why, when i pick up a book she'd left splayed out open and face-down, something our entire family is TRAINED to correct, i am policing her and am snarled at, and i dont understand why, when i get upset, SHE gets more upset and more tormented and viticmized, and when amma comes to talk to me its a big favour that shes comforting me and why i am blamed for the entire affair. i dont understand why, now that im 22 and she is 25, she persists in acting like im 12 and shes 15 and then throws tatnrums bcos we expect her to behave like when we were children. i dont understand why all day everyone mutters and sulks at me and follows her around. i dont understand why amma cant tlak to me when im trying. i dont understand why i feel like i am something to be ashamed of. i have nowhere to go. here is hell. there is hell. what do i do? tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-11-07:1112 2004-11-07T08:17:00+05:30

ahhhhh winter's coming. you know the saddest thing about today? it was one of those lovely nippy days, with a nice breeze-wind, and it was overcast and even drizzly in bits! and the icing ...

orejas General ahhhhh winter's coming. you know the saddest thing about today? it was one of those lovely nippy days, with a nice breeze-wind, and it was overcast and even drizzly in bits! and the icing on the cake was the hint of an attempt to be foggy. but oh it broke my heart. because, you see, it wasnt a cool day, but it wasnt a cold day either. in the auto somewhere i almost cried because i remember the cold. aight i grant you its not cold like in the himalayas or in other countries, but hey its cold for me and for hyd. i remember how i used to walk to college with cotton socks, woollen socks and shoes, woollen gloves, t-shirt flannel shirt and fleece, longjohns, muffler, woollen hat, and still have to hunch and squinch up against the cold, to breathe in short gusts and close my eyes cos they were watering, to stuff my hands into my pockets, bury my nose in my collar, cower in a corner of the auto... and every time i got up from sitting i would shiver involuntarily because of the loss of the heat exchange from parts of my body close together...and diving under the quilt and blanket and shivering for half an hour till it got toasty and the next morning steeling myself to sit on the pot [rarely managed it usually airchaired] and hating to stick my hand under the tap and running back to jump into the bed and not waste the last vestiges of the night's warmth...and warming my hands on endless glasses of chai at the cafe, and how gloves stank of stale cigarettes bcos it was too cold to take em off to hold the cig, and people were always borrowing my gloves...and god i remember the fog where you literally couldnt see your hand at arm's length, and the smell oh the smell of wood-smoke and wetness and trees and the ridge, with the sun at noon loooking like a pale shadow of the moon...and i remember basking in the sun in andrew's court and alnutt court and listening to chica play the guitar and teachers having classes on the lawns cos it was too cold in the classrooms, and i remember missing so many classes because i fell asleep on the library lawns catching those last ten minutes...and i remember my friends chasing me to put sweaters and shawls on me and i remember running down the lanes laughing hysterically and screaming nanananan batman while flapping my shawl like wings....and i remember those days it was 12 degrees in the daytime and we all piled into one bed and shivered together and giggled all day...and i remember waking up on the AP and wondering where we were and looking out the window to be enchanted by the fog for the first time, and being thrilled we were five hours late cos i got to watch the shapes in it.... i remember HOW i remember.... tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-31:1087 2004-10-31T22:40:14+05:30

play was spectacular success, they want us to stage it at ravindra bharati! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. owe it all to my darling crew, they created an excellent set out of thermocoal and chart ...

orejas General play was spectacular success, they want us to stage it at ravindra bharati! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. owe it all to my darling crew, they created an excellent set out of thermocoal and chart paper - overnight! our budget was Rs.1500 we spent 1000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!! we had a debut director [i did a cameo hehehe] three debut actors, a debut lights gal and debut sound guy!!! and lots of debut production people. people have said its the best thing to happen to the pisspot! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-27:1064 2004-10-27T09:49:39+05:30

The Virtuous Burglar - A One-Act Farce by Dario Fo will be staged at the Gokak Auditorium, at the Central Institute for English and Foreign Languages [CIEFL aka the pisspot] Tarnaka, Hyderabad ...

orejas General The Virtuous Burglar - A One-Act Farce by Dario Fo will be staged at the Gokak Auditorium, at the Central Institute for English and Foreign Languages [CIEFL aka the pisspot] Tarnaka, Hyderabad on Saturday the 30th of October 2004 at 6.00pm. All are welcome. ps...DO come! i need an audience!!!!!!!!! tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-26:1059 2004-10-26T10:37:43+05:30

you know how it is when you can sometimes pinpoint the exact thing, the exact words the exact action the exact event thast made your life what it is? and you know the gutwrenching despair and ...

orejas General you know how it is when you can sometimes pinpoint the exact thing, the exact words the exact action the exact event thast made your life what it is? and you know the gutwrenching despair and regret it can evoke when your life is a horrbile place? and you know the yearning for a second chance? how you know, you just KNOW that if you could go back and do or not do somethng say or not say something, your life would be in a better place? but sometimes you dont know it would have been better. you think alright, it might have been different at any rate. anything to relieve the monotony the mind numbing frustration of a day in the life of inez serrano? there is worse to come. is there any feeling in creation, in existence in non existence that is worse than knowing that all the rage and hated inside you, the howls and wails you hear in you head all the time, all of them are because of one thing, and EVEN if you had done that thing different, even if yopu coulkd go back and change things, it would all still be the same? now i begin to understand being and nothingness. now i begin to see why. tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-21:1046 2004-10-21T06:41:25+05:30

Eighty-nine. That is a long time. A long, long, long time. It is the quit india movement, the partition of india, the formation of the indian constitution, the erosion of the ...

orejas General Eighty-nine. That is a long time. A long, long, long time. It is the quit india movement, the partition of india, the formation of the indian constitution, the erosion of the congress, the assassination of so many political leaders, the rise and fall of the hopes of so many countries, a world war, the fall of colonialism, the rise of neo colonialism, the fall of communism, so many other wars, the commericalisation of cricket, the fragmentation of "sovereign, secular, socialist republic", six children, nine grandchildren, three greatgrandchildren, the death of one son, the disappearance of all greenery where he lives, the mushrooming of flyovers, the filth in the beaches... i could go on. but. eighty-nine years also isnt long enough. it isnt long enough in a world of families in different cities, farther and farther apart but pulled closer by the telephone, it isnt long enough when one is always busy and theres always next week, next month, next winter to go visit, it isnt long enough when we havent dissected anatole france... it isnt long enough when its over. Adios abuelo. Te ver tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-20:1044 2004-10-20T07:49:49+05:30

today the "czech [did i spell it right????] contingent" camy to our house for dinner. at 830. um 915. no no make that 10. the accomapnying indians chickened out,. these gents finished beer and ...

orejas General today the "czech [did i spell it right????] contingent" camy to our house for dinner. at 830. um 915. no no make that 10. the accomapnying indians chickened out,. these gents finished beer and food for 8 people!! three men!! but, i have learnt today that all nerds are the same across age and field borders. hee. what, i asked Mr. Cerv, eminenent geophysicist from Prague, is the difference between geophysics and geology. ladies and germs, this is the reply: the same as the difference between astrophysics and astrology! sigh it appears these rivalries exist in all fields. its not just litt versus cultural studies, hee. so perhaps there are many pisspots scattered around this poor world! eep! wot a SCARY thought! well, gnight all. sue tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-19:1039 2004-10-19T05:30:18+05:30

wait! before you jump to kidnapping and trade in teenage girls, marriage markets and other such evils, allow me explain. NGRI hyderabad is playing host to an international conference on ...

orejas General wait! before you jump to kidnapping and trade in teenage girls, marriage markets and other such evils, allow me explain. NGRI hyderabad is playing host to an international conference on electromagnetic induction. so, theres people from all over the world here, and some of them bring companions, usually the men their wives. and while the scientists are at the sessions, these wives must be entertained. and of course, being enthu cutlet, and child of enthu cutlet delegate, i "volunteered" to go wit the gaggle today, cos i speak english and spanish and well, they needed a woman to go with them, who knows hyderabad. and so what i had to look forward to was: birla mandir, birla planetarium and birla science museum, followed by NTR park. and a lot of nice old [hee] ladies from various bits of this large planet. who have mostly all met and loved my sister, so i wld be again, N's sister. and i had a fabulous day! such lovely people, so nice to talk to, they asked the most interesting questions! ludmilla asked me, after carfeully observing all and sundry all day, what do women do if they need to pee on the road. men have public urinals and men have those open toilet thingies, and men have walls. what a brilliant question! and i discovered i know all sorts of little tidbits about india and hinduism, AND hyderabad, and most of all, theres a lot one can actually do in hyderabad, if one doesnt have hangups about wehre and what. come december.... :) tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-10-16:1030 2004-10-16T00:48:51+05:30

wot can i say. that i saw it coming? dear ol' muprhy wit his infallible laws. Ladies and Gentlemen, the shit has, finally, hit the fan. you see, like most other people, i have two parents and ...

orejas General wot can i say. that i saw it coming? dear ol' muprhy wit his infallible laws. Ladies and Gentlemen, the shit has, finally, hit the fan. you see, like most other people, i have two parents and two sets of grandparents. well, one set, my mum parents lives wii us, and of the other my dads mum died a very long time ago and his dad lives in chennai. so, in my house we have one 22yr old wit all the issues attnedant on being 22 and having to study at the pisspot, one 54 yr old, one 58 yr old, one 80yr old wioth chronic asthma bronchitis and palpitation, a SERIOUS hearning problem and an even bigger problem admitting all this, teamed with a psychotic urge to control  everything and a delusion that without her the world will stop turning. and last there is the 87yr old who has had in the past 6 years, successivley with no space to enjoy recovery, TB, lung cancer and two strokes. mild srokes but storke.s and most recent, parkinson's. this wonderful [dys]functional family unit is run by the irate irritable irrational 58 yr old and the frantically busy starting-to-tune-out 54yr old. the other grandparent, lives in chennai on his own, wit a probably 80yr old faithful retainer for comapny, and sundry staff running around, and a serious case of neurosis. what i ask you, happens, when the 54yr old has a gigantic international conference to attend and organise and is therefore in mumbai, the 80yr old has a 70yr old sibling with psychiatric problems over to visit, and the 86yr old is having breathing and walking problems? mr murphy comes to visit of course! and the 87yr old falls down in bathroom and beaks hip. sigh....ladies and gentlemen..there you have it! nice pretty patterns on the ceiling.