Thursday
Muuuuu HA HAHAHA. Have just sent lion an sms saying 'my bad' because i didnt call him earlier to tell him when I got off work. He loathes the term along with some other americanisms like 'hon' (short for honey) He calls me 'hon' just to irritate the living daylights out of me. I'm stuck at work with nothing to do but blog inane details like this. Coming back home to him was wonderful. He had bought bright red flowers and put them in a vase and put in a crayon-coloured poster which said ' W e l c o m e H o m e.'
He has drawn a beautiful photoshop model of our new apartment...ok he is here..i'm going home .
Thursday, September 05, 2002
I found myself humming a sweet old bhavageethe after years of never having heard it..earliest memory i have is of amma singing it. Its a poem by the great Kannada poet D R Bendre. The words are lovely and its sung in a rustic style. Its a lover's ballad. A literal translation to English: Let's not tell anyone, Ohhh lets not tell anyone and just go far away.
I actually found the Kannada lyrics posted by some PhD student in Toronto. OM GANESHAYANAMAHA...THANK YOU FOR THE INTERNET.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Finally, a hero in this bankrupt city of bad news. Tree-loving doctor files a public interest litigation against illegal hoardings in the city and wins !!!! She was fed up with the indiscriminate cutting of trees to make space for these hoardings and actually did something about it. Please salute Dr Anahita Pandole.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Wednesday
I wish damnation upon Coke and Pepsi. It's not enough that they're peddling their spurious, unhealthy product in the third world and promoting it with heinous advertising, inspiring boring stories with DUMB headlines, well it wasnt enough...so they've gone and ruined a 55-kilometre stretch of a major pass in the Himalayas BY PAINTING THEIR #$%&^* LOGOS along it. The "international Cola giants" are in trouble though and will hopefully be made to pay enough to send them weeping off the face of the earth.
The Daily Summit - Instant news and comments from the World Summit on Sustainable Development Edited by David Steven, this is a wonderful source for news on the summit. The interviews are refreshing, particularly Jane Goodall and Tdladi John Ndlovu a driver at the summit. I mean, take most man-on-the-street interviews, they're somewhat tacky, slipshod. I'm so touched by this interview ..Ndlovu's perception of the summit and his life is so relevant, simple and profound. It's good journalism because it gives you a new perspective on the summit..and i think the egalitarianism of Ndlovu's interview slated right alongside Klein and Goodall appeals to me.
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Sunday
I'm HOME, i'M Home..oh what a beautiful sunday. woke up late and consumed ginger tea and read staid old deccan herald. appa patted me on the head and i was given choice of thellavu dose or some fancy rotis for breakast at tha late hour of 11.30 am0.chose dose of course and ate four with fresh butter and redcoconut chutney. Baabai has been laughing at my kannada...and i am collapsing in a heap mid-sentence because he has this bemused look as soon as i start talking in kannada. and alsl, because i'm quite bad now and stutter and sounded atrocious even to myself yesterday. but i'm not so bad today...am so ashamed. I wil take some books back to Bombay so i that i can improve my kannada. I speak hindi badly, i get by with English--quite sad --the tribulations of a colonised mind.
amma is so much fun. I caught her singing in the garden this morning, smiling at a plant. She fed the crows and squirrels and sasha was running around behind her. Our garden looks beautiful...she pointed out a couple of beautiful butterflies traipsing around. sasha was attmpting to chase the crows. My mother who is an avid newspaper/magazine reader is fascinated by murder stories. And she spent a good part of the morning telling me her theories on the latest cases, in all seriousness. ohhhh l love her.
She has been doing good work with havyaka..they've re-elected her as president. A distant aunt, sunita, (her huband, a trickster-alcoholic-magician-astrologer died recently leaving them with nothing, and the rest of the family wasn't being very nice to her...mistaking her depression for laziness) has now got a break as the warden of the ladies hostel. So she has left the village and is much happier here in blore. apparently the hostel girls really like sunita, she sings at their bhajan session each weekend. amma said there are tailoring classes nearby and music classes so sunita is occupied with that. Plus being around 40 young girls is cheering her up, . Sunita's son has got accommodation in the boys' hostel...amma says there are some 70 boys there now, many from mofussil towns have scored over 90% in exams but unable to pay rent in blore..but this hostel is helping them study further here, so i'm really proud of the work she's doing. Munni and i are talking of music and literature and honey's baby...baabai and i just laugh..i stil have to take honey out..we;re waiting for baby sunlight to fall asleep so we can go off by ourselves. I must've hugged appa 10 times today...they are lovely--every person in my family is endearing with their intelligence and special frailties.
Sunday, September 01, 2002
