tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73988703284771703042024-02-02T10:31:19.236+05:30Arbit and AsinineI was born weird. This terrible compulsion to behave normally is the result of childhood trauma - AnonIndian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-48729173923490411812018-04-18T11:03:00.000+05:302018-04-18T11:03:05.506+05:30Dear Khalil :)
So... how do you like it?
If your pace a couple of days ago is anything to go by, I’m quite sure you’ve managed to read backwards to the most recent post by now :)
I hope you’ve had fun reading this.... and probably gotten to know me a little better in the process.
Oh and by the way, I owe you a big ‘Thank you’ too. I got back to this blog after a good five years thanks to your request. Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-31875024015168403772013-01-11T09:48:00.000+05:302013-01-11T09:48:11.709+05:30Dude, what are YOU complaining about?
Delhi gang rape accused says police tortured him
A headline that popped up on my newsfeed just a few minutes ago...excuse me while I (unsuccessfully) suppress a snort.
Torture?? Really now???? Any metal rods lying around? Entrails? Clothes?
You should've begged the police-wallah and called him "brother".... at least, that's Ass-haram Bapu's philosophy.
The more I read about the DelhiIndian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-80205854185770191632012-04-19T10:48:00.000+05:302012-04-19T10:48:35.973+05:30I googled...sorry, goggled at this!
Apparently, an advanced journalism class at Yale thinks that Watergate would've been a piece of cake in the Google era.
Is it just me, or isn't it apparent that the 'human source' factor + actual manual effort cannot be eliminated in journalism????
On second thoughts, what ARE those @$$es doing at Yale while I'm sitting here??? :-/
Bah!
You can read the story here.
Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-52018731862755894722012-04-11T15:28:00.000+05:302012-04-11T15:28:11.786+05:30And today....
...another little girl's lost her life.
This time, it's her dad who's the culprit.
WHAT THE ****!?!?!?!?
Though all that I have read so far of Baby Afreen's father suggests, scratch that, screams of an unbridled psycho, it doesn't do anything to calm down this absolutely sickened, disgusted feeling i have right now.
:(
Why??
'Coz the scumbag wanted a boy and the kid had the audacity to be Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-56192253224023545402012-03-16T17:08:00.001+05:302012-03-16T17:11:56.205+05:30R.I.P. little girl....
It's kinda ironic that the day I pulled out and published a draft on one of the most hyped female births in the country, another little girl lost her battle with the aftermath of brutality.
Rest, Baby Falak...... and sleep painlessly.
Neglect, abuse, pain, and suffering.
What happened to you was exactly what I pray every child should be protected from.Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-83703580506547562962012-03-16T17:02:00.003+05:302012-03-16T17:03:09.225+05:30To B or not to B?
I know this is pretty late but I really don’t think BetiB
had a choice in the matter.
I mean, really, what could the poor kid possibly do about
being born into the best known family of Bollywood?
It was kinda amusing actually. The media in this country (or
anywhere for that matter), doesn’t really need any excuse to make a hue and cry
and get the cameras rolling (hidden or otherwise)....Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-18588941682798239772010-10-27T10:28:00.005+05:302010-10-27T11:02:04.645+05:30Before the ink driesPaul is dead.The psycho psychic octopus silly..... I'm not grieving a dead love or something.And in case you'd like to refresh your memory, here he is.The hype and hoopla surrounding this particular cephalopod was understandable..... after all, what are the odds of getting an entire series of game winners right, time and again?What got me to post today was something else, though.....True to form,Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-29309436942609454762010-10-04T19:36:00.005+05:302010-10-04T23:00:01.734+05:30Enna Koduma Saar Ithu?!?!?!I’m a coupla months into the new job now, and all’s well so far. Please note that the operative phrase is ‘so far’. :) And the next time someone asks you, it IS true..... Switching to classroom mode is near impossible after you’ve gotten used to an office routine.Yours truly finds her head swaying dangerously within twenty minutes of starting a class, like she’s a teetering coconut tree/pissed Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-66172962178133302832010-09-28T11:10:00.004+05:302010-09-28T11:31:18.125+05:30:)What happens when these two meet??Some awesome conversation, a quick ooru darshanam, and a whole lotta laughs about shared quarter-life crises..... Here's an amen to many many more. Buddy, you know who you are :)Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-100917613147448662010-08-26T20:40:00.005+05:302010-08-26T20:53:16.563+05:30Of Days When We Were Happy And....Go on, say it.If you are a product of the school syllabus of the eighties-cum-nineties like me, you would have ended that title with “…And Gay”.Well, mentally at least.I know most of these meanings existed long before I was born…but, aahhhh….for those innocent (well, almost) days when we chanted rhymes starring people in near-obscene states of happiness.When fairies used to be these perfectly Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-26427745883445516642010-07-02T02:01:00.002+05:302010-07-02T02:10:37.734+05:30The E-word makes its entryThat's right, I'm finally.......Employed.:)Hurrah, yee-ha, and yippie-ay-yay to that.I don't have to join for another month, so that gives me 30 days of pure, unadulterated goof-off time. Like I didn't have enough already. Just that this time I can lounge around with an easy conscience.Now doesn't that feel good or what??It was quite a wait while I was at it, but worth it all in the end. Despite Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-52022409120666647312010-05-08T23:25:00.008+05:302010-05-11T11:49:59.135+05:30Vindicated :)A few months ago, I had put up this post which talked about a major career decision I'd made. I'd also given a pretty clear indicator of who was responsible for that choice...or rather, forced me into that choice.The months since have not been very easy. A freelancing opportunity does give me a small yet steady cash stream, but that is no substitute for a full-time job. More importantly, it is Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-43146656791977511522010-05-08T00:45:00.004+05:302010-05-08T01:24:41.304+05:30On this day......well, yesterday actually, seeing that it's well past midnight..... errr, where was I???Wait, let's have a go again at that, shall we??It's thirteen years to the day since we came back to India for good...what a journey it was before, and what a journey it has been since.Why thirteen? Why not ten? Or five?I didn't have a blog then.Zahra, you smartass.Why not wait for the fifteen year mark?Who Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-47550796846326127622010-05-02T21:04:00.022+05:302010-05-03T01:09:59.343+05:30The silver cord.....will be severed and the golden bowl broken, the pitcher by the well shattered and the wheel by the fountain crushed.*That each one of us will keep our appointment with the Maker is a given, and my grandfather honoured his tryst a couple of weeks ago.Appachen was my last surviving grandparent. Since his passing I've had this growing certainty that a chapter has been firmly closed despite my Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-4460791978505359832010-01-23T12:26:00.012+05:302010-01-23T16:37:09.708+05:30Of Colours and Internal AffairsWhoooaaaa…..23 days into the new year already???And here I am, still not done breaking all those resolutions.. :PThere's so much happening all around, so many things that I want to pen my thoughts on..... But somehow, when I sit down in front of this screen I dunno what to choose and why. Mostly because it’s just a passing thought or thoughts in clusters of 2 and 3.... enough to trigger the Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-66379137503814571702009-12-25T18:02:00.006+05:302009-12-25T19:03:03.535+05:30Of Christingles and ChristmasMerryyyyyyy Christmas everybody! :)))Yessirree, it really does feel like yesterday that I sat down to write these same words on the blog.A very different yesterday at that....different hopes, dreams and expectations of who, what and where I'd be by this Christmas. In all honesty I don't think I've moved beyond 5% of the then status quo, and that has a bittersweet feel.... however, Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-78547641258462750112009-12-02T21:16:00.003+05:302009-12-02T21:34:05.440+05:30It's official.........Zahra's one HOT babe ;-)And I mean HOTTT, baby!!Whaddya looking so surprised for??Of course I am..... Running a fever circa 100 degrees for two days is no joke buddy!(Wicked, wicked cackle....)>:-)Pic copyright: James E. Daniels (http://www.danielsdoodlez.blogspot.com)Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-5242176195933514782009-11-22T12:26:00.006+05:302009-11-22T13:37:45.657+05:30English short, music longBefore you think my grammar's gone kaput, the title's a part-reference to what an artiste I heard yesterday said.... specifics later in the post.Last night was the penultimate performance of this year's Novemberfest..... this time it was a Korean group called Gong Myoung...yeah, I know, try saying that aloud without smiling :)By the end of their performance, I was ready to swear that these 4 guysIndian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-55878986124052710502009-11-17T23:59:00.005+05:302009-11-22T13:29:25.530+05:30Sufiana kalaam...kamaal hai!!I love the way something or the other keeps happening to remind me why I missed this city so....despite all the fun in a Delhi or a Mumbai....especially a Mumbai.Among many things, unlimited access to filter kaapi is of course a given. The other is Music with a capital 'M' :)...and a crowd that relishes it in style.Caught up with the MMA's Israel in Egypt at the start of this month. A choir Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-42475612833468578172009-11-15T16:51:00.003+05:302009-11-15T17:26:23.172+05:30I was sad I hadn't new shoes.......... till I saw a woman wearing Manolo Blahniks. And then I grieved some more. :((Sound familiar?? Oh, I know that one about seeing a man with no feet, but scenes like the one above seem to happen more often to me. Put it down to an irrepressible tendency to see the 'up' side of life if you will ;-PI've been getting plenty of that homily all my life on being grateful for what I have, and sparingIndian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-34365248706632787872009-11-08T00:54:00.005+05:302009-11-08T01:16:25.209+05:30GlitterburstA little note to very specially acknowledge a very special young lady.A person I've known about for years but actually got to know only in the last coupla days..... and what a riot of laughter and giggles these last two days have been :)Thank you sweetheart, for the gift of your laughter and the generosity of your spirit in sharing it with us. For reminding me in the nick of time that life was Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-43318208208053124562009-10-07T16:46:00.006+05:302010-04-29T15:04:49.227+05:30Till the haze clearsWhile I've been prattling on about trees and music and rain and festivals, about everything and nothing in particular, there's just one wee thing I didn't mention.... In the meantime, I'd also gone ahead and committed the equivalent of professional hara-kiri.I quit my steady job in Mumbai.......without an alternative offer in hand.Grade A looniness eh??? Trust me I've thought about it...and only Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-64698751590465259692009-09-24T22:38:00.000+05:302009-09-24T22:38:43.445+05:30And the wheel turns againThere are some things and events that gently and unmistakably point out the passage of time. And remind us of how life comes full circle in different ways every day.Like the gulmohar tree I see from my living room. Splashes of fiery reds that intensify in sync with the blazing summer. A moist, green mass in the monsoon….so rich and verdant that the slender branches seem to bow under their burden.Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-20589158585330005682009-08-24T22:51:00.002+05:302009-11-09T11:39:54.545+05:30Then and now...*Started writing this one fine June afternoon....and sat down to finish it yesterday :). Oh well, procrastination's one of my nicer qualities....It’d been a regular Sunday so far.Church in the morning……after staying up reading till 2 a.m.A quick trip to the local book stalls for the week’s supply.A leisurely brunch and cuppa coffee at her regular hangout.And back home by two in the p.m.Oh well Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398870328477170304.post-83544773709321566722009-05-15T22:12:00.002+05:302009-11-09T11:40:54.481+05:30Little bundle of.....??Recently, I was having this perfectly ordinary conversation with a colleague of mine when she casually dropped this line…..“You know, my mom had tried to abort when she was pregnant with me, but that attempt failed. So she carried me to full term.”Mentally, I’d gone all slack-jawed while keeping a normal face on the outside (or so I believe). But such was the impact of that one line that I’ve Indian Madderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16003781229082476341noreply@blogger.com8