Poetry
Ariza | 31 May 2006, 8:06pm
We are all lonely. which of these applies to you.
Stanzas
by Charlotte Bront
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Normal Times
Ariza | 28 May 2006, 7:53pm
I have always wondered at the plight of students growing up in normal times.
For a few years in my otherwise dull life, we grew up with trouble brewing around us. I can never forget that winter morning in 1989 when we were aroused from the warm slumber of our Telugu class by a group of college students who shoved us out of school. We were so ecstatic that in our desperate search for words we clinged to the first one that we got and screamed our way back home repeating it.
"No School! Mandal! No School! Mandal!"
It was only when we saw the potency of these words as images on a television that we realised why everyone was staring at us.
We weren
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Avakkai
Ariza | 25 May 2006, 10:06pm
It is the season of Avakkai!
My mother believes it will be an inevitable failure if it rains on the day you make the mix. So when we saw the clouds bunch up together over the corner of the sky while she was selecting the fruits in the Nallakunta market, my father and I knew what we had to do. I began to speed the process and my father got the car ready so that she could be whisked away before she could spot the doings of an ungrateful rain-god whom she had specifically asked to stay away by reciting a thousand names of Vishnu. As a kid I had once made the mistake of asking my mother why Avakkai was important and she replied:
"Because Avakkai is the year! Get that wrong and the year is gone."
"But I thought it was Ugadi Pachhadi that....."
"Yeah. that too. but this is different."
"Why?"
I am still waiting for an answer.
We got the Mangoes cut, tasted the sourness of most of them and got the salt, the mirchi powder, the avalu-podi and the garlic before the sun disappeared behind these clouds. All through our journey we asked her questions that never miss. Where did you learn? How many years of apprenticeship? Is there a secret ingredient? Which of us two gets the recipe as heirloom (my brother or me?)? She quickly lost herself in answering these questions. She learnt it from her mother; but then she also had to then go and learn it from her mother-in-law and was never allowed to make it alone for years until the old woman dropped dead one summer before the mango season. My mother didn
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Whatever!!!!!
Ariza | 25 May 2006, 8:05am
It was only when I reached home that I recalled the whack on the television. An innocuous looking constable had stopped me with a per functionary wave of the dreadful lathi when I was on my way back and I stopped not because I was frightened of a flying missile but because I was excited. It was one very large drink later and I was quixotically confident of getting through. The man who in another times, if I had been sober enough to care, would have whacked me for protesting democratically for my rights looked at my still-black name plate and said I had to cough up. I didnt know that the reason you didnt see any traffic police around was because they merged into the normal race of policemen smug inside their Rakhshaks and I made the mistake of saying so. He corrected my bravado with a casual statement that the drink inside didnt aid in misunderstanding:
"do you want to see saab then?"
Now see, I wanted to live on the edge by stopping and being clever with a pitiful constable but I had no intention of standing up to a man who looked interestingly like prakash Raj with no dialouges. So I looked sheepishly and took the convenient cover of truth:
"I just have twenty rupees."
The kind constable didnt hide his contempt for me who made him miss a few other eminently stoppable, female-rider less targets and he knew with the certainty of inaction that I was as broke as I confessed. He quickly settled the twenty rupee note into his pocket and let me be. I still dont know if it is compulsory to have a white board?
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Shekar Kammula was on the Metro plus with his star Sumanth. The interview reads different to me because of a habit which helps me have an imaginary conversation butting in with the famous ones with the confidence of being a success myself. But it was when they spoke of the presence of a strictly adhered script that I realised how rare that was in movies that are made on the whim of our tastes. I imagined myself to be a producer of script-less movies, arguing out a case for north Indian heroines whose lips make sense even when they arent speaking the blessed language; for songs and fight sequences that look like they had been confused by a tired editor after yet another marriage proposal rejection and for comedy written with the impatience of an early landing, with an argument that Shekar with his sensitivity could never beat:
"It makes money."
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Disclaimer
Ariza | 23 May 2006, 12:55am
It seems to be mandatory to start like this nowadays. Well the good news is you'll know when this blog ends....I'll have a disclaimer then again. Anyway here it goes
Most things written hereon hereinafter will be pure creations of my idle mind. Nothing here is calculated to titilliate or provoke any person living or dead. Nothing in here bears any resemblance to anything thought provoking. The author is not responsible for anyone who believes so.
Suffer if you know your grammar. I dont.
Suffer if you know your spellings. I wont spell check. I wont pay for pointing out.
copyright. All rights reserved.
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