I can’t tell the entire truth.
Did you know that?
To write a sentence
is to live a precious moment
In a life filled
with words that I know.
With a full stop that brings up walls
with a question mark that contemplates bringing them down
With a comma that keeps me undecided
with quotation marks that make somebody else’s choices
Yet, complete, pure, sacrosanct.
That’s why I write verse.
Because I can tell half-truths.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Am glad for my kids !
Thankyou Jahnavi, Anushree and Aditya. And Neena and Reshma.
You guys get so much more life and energy and love into tnt. thanks so much fr your caring. when i look back at each one of them whom i have worked with, in the past 5 years, i realise that though a few came to do a job, most of the others have loved being here.
As i train, put them through their paces, scold, shout, be horrid to them at times, i have genuinely loved each one of them. They have all had their quirks - right from akash to neena to shrikant, but all of them have again and again put tnt over personal priorities. They all gave. I have had a long chat with Ravi and also with Nirmala. I'm finding a remarkable change of attitude in both. After a few years, i feel i have a team going. Initially, i think the stress of making the whole thing work was too much for me. But today, i spent a longish day at work. and i enjoyed it.
Jahnavi has created her own folder preparing for the HP event. And she has color coded it. And Anushree thoughtfully bought color post-its for her. very cute ! I love you guys !
You guys get so much more life and energy and love into tnt. thanks so much fr your caring. when i look back at each one of them whom i have worked with, in the past 5 years, i realise that though a few came to do a job, most of the others have loved being here.
As i train, put them through their paces, scold, shout, be horrid to them at times, i have genuinely loved each one of them. They have all had their quirks - right from akash to neena to shrikant, but all of them have again and again put tnt over personal priorities. They all gave. I have had a long chat with Ravi and also with Nirmala. I'm finding a remarkable change of attitude in both. After a few years, i feel i have a team going. Initially, i think the stress of making the whole thing work was too much for me. But today, i spent a longish day at work. and i enjoyed it.
Jahnavi has created her own folder preparing for the HP event. And she has color coded it. And Anushree thoughtfully bought color post-its for her. very cute ! I love you guys !
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Garden Bookstore ?
Would it work ?
Often i think, what if i move the bookstore into a garden flat... books are inside lets say couple of rooms, and it opens into a courtyard, garden ... with a jhoola, hammock ... easy chairs...
it will require more maintenance and will have its own perils in terms of wet feet etc.... but it will be nice. Will it attract customers, even if combined with just coffee.... it shouldn't becom a Mocha... more folks to do tp than to read. This will dissuade the real reader. Also, the casual walk-in will never know the place ... it wont be spotted, like it is currently, even though its on a sidestreet.
As a second outlet, maybe worth a try ... but managing 2 outlets.... oh! i will give up very easily.
Often i think, what if i move the bookstore into a garden flat... books are inside lets say couple of rooms, and it opens into a courtyard, garden ... with a jhoola, hammock ... easy chairs...
it will require more maintenance and will have its own perils in terms of wet feet etc.... but it will be nice. Will it attract customers, even if combined with just coffee.... it shouldn't becom a Mocha... more folks to do tp than to read. This will dissuade the real reader. Also, the casual walk-in will never know the place ... it wont be spotted, like it is currently, even though its on a sidestreet.
As a second outlet, maybe worth a try ... but managing 2 outlets.... oh! i will give up very easily.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I found this here
Thank you Regina.
She Talks With Books
I am the owner of a little bookshop- shop, not store... where each book is lovingly placed precisely on the shelf of its choosing that it whispered to me during a late night sojourn, thus forcing the prospective book buyer to become one with their bookmate in order to find its exact location in this strange little bookshop that seems to shine from the inside out and where the books talk to each other and invite each other over for tea and crumpets...
Upon finding said bookmate, the eccentric owner of said bookshop- me, dressed in flowers and ribbons, begins to tell them of all the wonders this book has to share and why one can never really own a book- why, it's the other way 'round, you see... and how one must treat their new companion as if one were holding the world in the palm of their hands, which, of course, they are, as this secret bookmate of yours will take you on one long, beautiful trip inside yourself...
I know, I get those kinds of looks all the time, those looks that say, "Is she crazy or am I for walking into this place?" but being eccentric as I have been for lo, these many years, one gets used to being looked at strangely... perhaps that is why I became the owner of a bookshop, where the books merely long to be looked at and I swiftly re-direct their gaze from me to the book they hold and say, "Can you not see all that there is to offer you here in these pages?" and they look and soon become one again with the fantastical smudges on paper called words and I leave them to it...
They walk out soon after, relishing their bookmate, nestled safely amongst the beat of the heart, and as they leave, they wonder if the place where they spent what seems like a lifetime really existed but yes, it must have because here is the book that called to them and they listened and they swore to secretly return to the little eccentric bookshop and the eccentric bookshop's owner that somehow, in the same light, both truly dazzled and warmed the space in between the longing and the wanting...
As for me, I return among the whisperings and secret meetings of historical biographies and romantic fiction and perilous mysteries and sweet poetry and they all quiet themselves as they think, "Here comes the eccentric one again who thinks that because she owns a bookshop that she owns the books as well...", but I hear them and I think...
"I'm not that eccentric..."
Thank you Regina.
She Talks With Books
I am the owner of a little bookshop- shop, not store... where each book is lovingly placed precisely on the shelf of its choosing that it whispered to me during a late night sojourn, thus forcing the prospective book buyer to become one with their bookmate in order to find its exact location in this strange little bookshop that seems to shine from the inside out and where the books talk to each other and invite each other over for tea and crumpets...
Upon finding said bookmate, the eccentric owner of said bookshop- me, dressed in flowers and ribbons, begins to tell them of all the wonders this book has to share and why one can never really own a book- why, it's the other way 'round, you see... and how one must treat their new companion as if one were holding the world in the palm of their hands, which, of course, they are, as this secret bookmate of yours will take you on one long, beautiful trip inside yourself...
I know, I get those kinds of looks all the time, those looks that say, "Is she crazy or am I for walking into this place?" but being eccentric as I have been for lo, these many years, one gets used to being looked at strangely... perhaps that is why I became the owner of a bookshop, where the books merely long to be looked at and I swiftly re-direct their gaze from me to the book they hold and say, "Can you not see all that there is to offer you here in these pages?" and they look and soon become one again with the fantastical smudges on paper called words and I leave them to it...
They walk out soon after, relishing their bookmate, nestled safely amongst the beat of the heart, and as they leave, they wonder if the place where they spent what seems like a lifetime really existed but yes, it must have because here is the book that called to them and they listened and they swore to secretly return to the little eccentric bookshop and the eccentric bookshop's owner that somehow, in the same light, both truly dazzled and warmed the space in between the longing and the wanting...
As for me, I return among the whisperings and secret meetings of historical biographies and romantic fiction and perilous mysteries and sweet poetry and they all quiet themselves as they think, "Here comes the eccentric one again who thinks that because she owns a bookshop that she owns the books as well...", but I hear them and I think...
"I'm not that eccentric..."
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Remembering(too late!) June 13th 2007
The tnt Memory went...
Without the 'light' it may always have remained so!!!
Happy Birthday Jyoti, and please feel free to rap us on the head.
Without the 'light' it may always have remained so!!!
Happy Birthday Jyoti, and please feel free to rap us on the head.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Is, will be, has been
The freshly starched cotton sari
says, “you must rush, prove, marry, care, conform”.
The carelessly slipping ikkat dupatta
says, “I will climb mountains, read, dream, defy”.
The crinkly soft chungdi sari
says, “my dear, you must eat, drive carefully, watch”.
Will you wear platinum or rubies?
No, silver or terracotta.
Gold or diamonds?
Will you eat a roti or a sandwich?
No, pasta or falafel.
Rice or curry?
Will you buy a laptop or a mutual fund?
No, a vacation or shoes.
Silks or bangles?
It’s a wonder how,
while living in strikingly different worlds,
under the same roof,
three generations of women,
try desperately to live the same life,
in turmoil, in serenity.
This one is for J, who I trust implicitly.
says, “you must rush, prove, marry, care, conform”.
The carelessly slipping ikkat dupatta
says, “I will climb mountains, read, dream, defy”.
The crinkly soft chungdi sari
says, “my dear, you must eat, drive carefully, watch”.
Will you wear platinum or rubies?
No, silver or terracotta.
Gold or diamonds?
Will you eat a roti or a sandwich?
No, pasta or falafel.
Rice or curry?
Will you buy a laptop or a mutual fund?
No, a vacation or shoes.
Silks or bangles?
It’s a wonder how,
while living in strikingly different worlds,
under the same roof,
three generations of women,
try desperately to live the same life,
in turmoil, in serenity.
This one is for J, who I trust implicitly.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
friends and team tnt
Friends and team tnt will continue for a while.
Vernen.
How does one describe him ? Student? Foreigner? Friend? How do u know him ? Customer ? Employee ?
Well he just walked in one day "for the airconditioning" ! I was at the counter, as usual, i was filling in for somebody. Mid afternoon. And we got talking. After the initial where are u from, why India to study ....I frankly didn't expect to see him again. But he was then staying in Sriram nagar and had to walk to Kamal often. So we started seeing him more often.
Our discussions have ranged from people, attitudes, culture, mythology, girls, professionalism, work front, his sisters, world, business, software ... his parents, backgrounds, cancer and chemeo, bonding, mother's side for family ....... so much. Countless. The Durshet trip was good. He dnt make it to Kamshet - that was in summer.
Vernen's address in Pune ... c/o twistntales. People come to tnt looking for him. Srinivas, Devashish, Ramgopal Rao .... the friends that he has made here .. whats it about him ? Polite ? Gentle to a fault ? No class consciousness ... Krishna, Prashant and Ravi Bhaiyya were his friends too... I m going to miss him terribly. Lunch is never going to be the same !
For Vernen, the degree has come at a cost. I know what he means. Good Luck, Vernen. May you find a great job and that someone to share your life with. You deserve it. And dont forget that Cape to Cairo trip......in a GMC truck with a lot of S. African Indian kids with nan for Company ! Count me in !
Vernen.
How does one describe him ? Student? Foreigner? Friend? How do u know him ? Customer ? Employee ?
Well he just walked in one day "for the airconditioning" ! I was at the counter, as usual, i was filling in for somebody. Mid afternoon. And we got talking. After the initial where are u from, why India to study ....I frankly didn't expect to see him again. But he was then staying in Sriram nagar and had to walk to Kamal often. So we started seeing him more often.
Our discussions have ranged from people, attitudes, culture, mythology, girls, professionalism, work front, his sisters, world, business, software ... his parents, backgrounds, cancer and chemeo, bonding, mother's side for family ....... so much. Countless. The Durshet trip was good. He dnt make it to Kamshet - that was in summer.
Vernen's address in Pune ... c/o twistntales. People come to tnt looking for him. Srinivas, Devashish, Ramgopal Rao .... the friends that he has made here .. whats it about him ? Polite ? Gentle to a fault ? No class consciousness ... Krishna, Prashant and Ravi Bhaiyya were his friends too... I m going to miss him terribly. Lunch is never going to be the same !
For Vernen, the degree has come at a cost. I know what he means. Good Luck, Vernen. May you find a great job and that someone to share your life with. You deserve it. And dont forget that Cape to Cairo trip......in a GMC truck with a lot of S. African Indian kids with nan for Company ! Count me in !
Bawi Budday Bash
I got presents...
...and you didn't..BLEH!
Get AWAY you Freaky Fotographer You!
Don't look at me, I'm Homicidal!
Yay, in 22 years, I learnt how to scratch backs..finally!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
For Write Draft, 28 May 2007
How simple it is
To befriend an entire institution
To wonder at the rain
Twisting on glass
To remember
....and forget
and remember
again...
Always,
tnt.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Remembering June 2nd 2007
Sonali
May you retain all the colour in you, and may much more spread through your life.
And...may your jokes only get worse!
Shankar
Travel, finance, good food and then some.
May you retain all the colour in you, and may much more spread through your life.
And...may your jokes only get worse!
Shankar
Travel, finance, good food and then some.
Happy Dappy Budday!
To our resident Mad Bawi. Without prejudice, the prettiest of us tnt girls..next to Nan.
happy birthday, and may you always lose out on your share of sanity.
With love
Your Fellow Toi-Toi's.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Happy Birthday Jahnaweeeedd
I know a girl
Jahnavi's her name
Her hair puts Cruella De Vil's to shame
Her smile's very bright
Her step very light
She likes cats, both black and white.
She's forever on the run
I've never seen her walk
She rests her chin on her hands
When she wants to talk.
She has a high-pitch 'hieee'
She sometimes says 'I have no clue'
She's made of all this and much more
She's a tnt-tian down to the core
So jahnavi..here's a birthday wish
From tnt to you...
Happy Birthday!!!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
The "Naming" ceremony
Often i have been asked ... how "twistntales" was born...
Once we (Shyam and me) had visited Mahesh in Paperback. On 31st Dec 2001. I loved "Paperback" - jute flooring and modas to sit on ... but a very adult book browsing experience. It to me looked like a lovely place to chill and spend hours ... looking for books for yourself. But i was then a mother of a two and a half year old. I found Cap seller and Monkey for Nan but little else.
At that stage of life i was looking at both, books that appealed to me as a reader and those for a mother to read to her child.
So, when Mahesh and Shyam asked me if i would like to be a franchisee of "Paperback", i was not sure. It would have made life a lot easier for me, but i was not wanting to be that. My bookstore had to have an element of child in it. It was to be a family Store, appealing to all, particularly to young mothers ! My sympathies were completely for her.
Many of us give up lucrative jobs and careers not out of any family pressure, but voluntarily to enjoy the baby, to bond and feel the bliss (!!!!!) of motherhood. But it does leave you at a loose end. You either have baby talk for company the whole day or have an option in kitty parties. For those of us who yearn for the other fun dimension in our lives, your activity is restricted to where your stroller can fit in! Which leaves movies out. Which brings us to books !
The bookstore to me was therefore a place where a young mother could come in and spend a few hours (another reason why i never closed in the afternoons)... and pick books both for herself and her kid .... and dnt have to depend on her husband to drive her around ... we were/are the shop around the corner!
So the name had to be suggestive of all this. "Magnificent Obsession" Lloyd C Douglas's all time classic, Mandrake's "Xanadu" were all serious contenders for the name. Then we heard of a store called "xanadu" in Chennai. Then we (Savi, Chandra, Shankar and I) starting playing around with names of classics .... And "Oliver Twist and other tales" was born - rechristened as "twistntales" with a small "t".
It all happened one Jan afternoon in Savi's living room as we were sipping tea. "twistntales" had a musical tone to it ... had the right balance of fun and seriousness to it .... sounded nice and reflected to the "t" what i had in mind for the bookstore!
Once we (Shyam and me) had visited Mahesh in Paperback. On 31st Dec 2001. I loved "Paperback" - jute flooring and modas to sit on ... but a very adult book browsing experience. It to me looked like a lovely place to chill and spend hours ... looking for books for yourself. But i was then a mother of a two and a half year old. I found Cap seller and Monkey for Nan but little else.
At that stage of life i was looking at both, books that appealed to me as a reader and those for a mother to read to her child.
So, when Mahesh and Shyam asked me if i would like to be a franchisee of "Paperback", i was not sure. It would have made life a lot easier for me, but i was not wanting to be that. My bookstore had to have an element of child in it. It was to be a family Store, appealing to all, particularly to young mothers ! My sympathies were completely for her.
Many of us give up lucrative jobs and careers not out of any family pressure, but voluntarily to enjoy the baby, to bond and feel the bliss (!!!!!) of motherhood. But it does leave you at a loose end. You either have baby talk for company the whole day or have an option in kitty parties. For those of us who yearn for the other fun dimension in our lives, your activity is restricted to where your stroller can fit in! Which leaves movies out. Which brings us to books !
The bookstore to me was therefore a place where a young mother could come in and spend a few hours (another reason why i never closed in the afternoons)... and pick books both for herself and her kid .... and dnt have to depend on her husband to drive her around ... we were/are the shop around the corner!
So the name had to be suggestive of all this. "Magnificent Obsession" Lloyd C Douglas's all time classic, Mandrake's "Xanadu" were all serious contenders for the name. Then we heard of a store called "xanadu" in Chennai. Then we (Savi, Chandra, Shankar and I) starting playing around with names of classics .... And "Oliver Twist and other tales" was born - rechristened as "twistntales" with a small "t".
It all happened one Jan afternoon in Savi's living room as we were sipping tea. "twistntales" had a musical tone to it ... had the right balance of fun and seriousness to it .... sounded nice and reflected to the "t" what i had in mind for the bookstore!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
friends and team tnt again
This one is for the author of "re-assurance in disguise" .... to whom these tangenrine walls meant a hug and to let her know that the warm spirit within its walls misses her !
I knew the profile when she walked in first. Noticed her a couple of times and realised that she was a reader from her choice of books. Knew the profile ... software engineer on her first assignment after campus, and .... was enjoying the first flush of independence and money in hand. I was reminded of myself just after my management degree, with my nose up in the air with a blue chip job and salary.
The second time, i billed. I asked her name. The third time i remembered it. The 4th or 5th time, conversation was initiated. One was always wary. Girls in their 20s do not want to be asked too many personal questions about themselves. All you get sometimes is a cold stare .... and then they avoid you ... make you feel "aunty types". But this one was trusting. She was warm and friendly ... and so it started ... so many memories .... of a tired soul walking in straight from office into twistntales ... it was home for her. On Saturdays and sundays when she will step out to pick brunch for roommate and self, and ...... message after message from her hungry roommate will finally push her out at 2 pm !
From Aundh to Durshet (searching for Dino fossil in river bed), Delhi airport(the first person to meet us after Kailash Yatra), and Belgian Waffles in Bangalore .... Shibani, miss you lots. Would love to see you walk in like old times. Hope you are soaking in California and Golden Gate ... and Napha Valley like straight out of "walk in the clouds".
I knew the profile when she walked in first. Noticed her a couple of times and realised that she was a reader from her choice of books. Knew the profile ... software engineer on her first assignment after campus, and .... was enjoying the first flush of independence and money in hand. I was reminded of myself just after my management degree, with my nose up in the air with a blue chip job and salary.
The second time, i billed. I asked her name. The third time i remembered it. The 4th or 5th time, conversation was initiated. One was always wary. Girls in their 20s do not want to be asked too many personal questions about themselves. All you get sometimes is a cold stare .... and then they avoid you ... make you feel "aunty types". But this one was trusting. She was warm and friendly ... and so it started ... so many memories .... of a tired soul walking in straight from office into twistntales ... it was home for her. On Saturdays and sundays when she will step out to pick brunch for roommate and self, and ...... message after message from her hungry roommate will finally push her out at 2 pm !
From Aundh to Durshet (searching for Dino fossil in river bed), Delhi airport(the first person to meet us after Kailash Yatra), and Belgian Waffles in Bangalore .... Shibani, miss you lots. Would love to see you walk in like old times. Hope you are soaking in California and Golden Gate ... and Napha Valley like straight out of "walk in the clouds".
friends and team tnt
I had no friends in Pune when i came in. This was the third time in my life i was inflicting this uprooting on myself.
I got married and moved to Dubai on the 7th day. I didn't know a soul in Dubai, except my cousin Vaithy. We moved to chennai in 1996. Again, didn't have a single friend there ... but yes, mama and cousins. And moved to Pune in Apr'2000. Didn't know a soul here. But, today as Shalini says, half of Aundh and Baner knows you !
But Friends ? Yes twistntales has given me some absolutely special friends.
Sumitra for one. In those early days of tnt, a very lost soul (she still seems lost sometimes)would walk in to the Store, sometimes alone, sometimes with Yamini ... and just chill. Occasionally she would pick up a book, sometimes glance through many, soak in ..... pick up some gifts for next few b'days, something to read to Yamini, and walk out still a little lost, sometimes more relaxed. I noticed her a couple of times. Then once Yamini had a bandaged head. I asked her about it. I used to be very reticent about talking at a "personal" level. Till then our conversation was limited to the books that she was looking for and what will make good gifts. And she told me that she had to have stitches on her head for some injury. and Yamini was very young, probably 3. I remember that conversation - on why yamini then had short hair.
Then i started seeing her more often, sometimes daily, sometimes (as she says) even twice a day ! and slowly got to know her better.
Last week, we had lunch together, Sumitra and me. It was special. Her bday was coming, and i thought it appropriate to celebrate our knowing each other. I'm seeing Sumitra grow too. As we all struggle through our daily anxieties trying to balance good motherhood with professional aspirations, we need a good friend to lean on, to talk to, to bond with, to do things together.... i'm glad i found Sumitra. No hassles, committed, as geniune a person that one can get... Tia calls her the most beautiful person, i couldn't agree more !
thanks Sumitra. You are truly special to me and twistntales. And thanks for threatening about your black flag demo. I think i have put it behind me now.
"friends and team tnt" to be continued.
I got married and moved to Dubai on the 7th day. I didn't know a soul in Dubai, except my cousin Vaithy. We moved to chennai in 1996. Again, didn't have a single friend there ... but yes, mama and cousins. And moved to Pune in Apr'2000. Didn't know a soul here. But, today as Shalini says, half of Aundh and Baner knows you !
But Friends ? Yes twistntales has given me some absolutely special friends.
Sumitra for one. In those early days of tnt, a very lost soul (she still seems lost sometimes)would walk in to the Store, sometimes alone, sometimes with Yamini ... and just chill. Occasionally she would pick up a book, sometimes glance through many, soak in ..... pick up some gifts for next few b'days, something to read to Yamini, and walk out still a little lost, sometimes more relaxed. I noticed her a couple of times. Then once Yamini had a bandaged head. I asked her about it. I used to be very reticent about talking at a "personal" level. Till then our conversation was limited to the books that she was looking for and what will make good gifts. And she told me that she had to have stitches on her head for some injury. and Yamini was very young, probably 3. I remember that conversation - on why yamini then had short hair.
Then i started seeing her more often, sometimes daily, sometimes (as she says) even twice a day ! and slowly got to know her better.
Last week, we had lunch together, Sumitra and me. It was special. Her bday was coming, and i thought it appropriate to celebrate our knowing each other. I'm seeing Sumitra grow too. As we all struggle through our daily anxieties trying to balance good motherhood with professional aspirations, we need a good friend to lean on, to talk to, to bond with, to do things together.... i'm glad i found Sumitra. No hassles, committed, as geniune a person that one can get... Tia calls her the most beautiful person, i couldn't agree more !
thanks Sumitra. You are truly special to me and twistntales. And thanks for threatening about your black flag demo. I think i have put it behind me now.
"friends and team tnt" to be continued.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
For those who want to...
Without writers no stories would be put down, without stories no books, without books...no tnt. This is entitled 'For the young who want to.' I take a liberty and read it as 'For those who want to.'
For the young who want to
by Marge Piercy
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don't have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.'s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else's mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you're certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
from The Moon Is Always Female, 1980
Found on cdeliascarpitti. Thank you, and thank you mahima for the link.
For the young who want to
by Marge Piercy
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don't have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.'s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else's mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you're certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
from The Moon Is Always Female, 1980
Found on cdeliascarpitti. Thank you, and thank you mahima for the link.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Remembering 31st March 2007...
Janaki and Shuchita
Kaushik!
Wadia and the aunties
Rupali, Devashish and Vernen
Jyoti and Vin
Sunny...post-drenching
Pretty and pink ;)
Tis a wee bit blurred, but no mistaking the smiles.
My favourite..
Aren't they cute??
Drink up, Vernen Bhaiyya!
The Two T's.
Charlie's Angels..Akash, Alisha,Me and Aarti
Monday, April 9, 2007
That's ME!
I'm a big, purple dinosaur who hugs unsuspecting people. Tis how I'm known in tnt. I've trained most of the people I've worked with and they haven't forgotten. I am unofficial tnt hug-therapist!
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