Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Worries, whims and all!
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Thank you .
Nijanthan interviewed Anitha Rathnam . She spoke well and passionately about dance.
Watched "Malgudi Days" on Pogo .Loved everything about it , the actors , the story , the place , the feel, the way the camera moved around the story .
Sanjay Subramaniam at Vani Mahal today , life cannot get any better .
Watched "Malgudi Days" on Pogo .Loved everything about it , the actors , the story , the place , the feel, the way the camera moved around the story .
Sanjay Subramaniam at Vani Mahal today , life cannot get any better .
Monday, November 21, 2005
Shaw
Eliza : “You see, really and truly, apart from the things anyone can pick up, the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she’s treated.”
Friday, October 21, 2005
Bosnia - A K Ramanujam
How can one write about Bosnia
Biafra, Bangladesh,just to take only the atrocities that begin with B
alphabetise cruleties,
eating persimmons and sleeping safe
in the arms of a lover,a wet moon
in the mullioned window?How file away
a young friend just dead of ovarian cancer;
a young breast cigarette-burned by a jealous
husband;where shall i put the old man who peers
through office windows looking for a yes
that'll negate all no's,or bosnia mothers
who lift their babies to strangers
squabbling for a foothold in lorries fleeing
to the borders where only death waits
gun and milk in hand,irony in his narrowed eyes
holding in one thought Bosnia,cancer,
persimmons,widows,serial kilers,
and you and me in our precarious safety?
Biafra, Bangladesh,just to take only the atrocities that begin with B
alphabetise cruleties,
eating persimmons and sleeping safe
in the arms of a lover,a wet moon
in the mullioned window?How file away
a young friend just dead of ovarian cancer;
a young breast cigarette-burned by a jealous
husband;where shall i put the old man who peers
through office windows looking for a yes
that'll negate all no's,or bosnia mothers
who lift their babies to strangers
squabbling for a foothold in lorries fleeing
to the borders where only death waits
gun and milk in hand,irony in his narrowed eyes
holding in one thought Bosnia,cancer,
persimmons,widows,serial kilers,
and you and me in our precarious safety?
Monday, October 10, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
They said plastic surgery would help .....
After the fire accident .. he always signed off as "your only".
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Twilight plights –Sri Sri
One Evening…
Norma Shearer at Roxie or,
Kanchana Mala at Broadway!
Where to go?
Mulled over, a university student!
At a Hotel --
Sweets of almonds or,
Cakes of Vermicelli!
What to eat?
Chewed over, a government employee!
The same evening…
Thoughts of ravening creditors,
Hungry whimpers of his children!
To hang himself to death or
To jump in to the sea to die –
Contemplated, a suicidal farmer!
Translated by Venkat . ( www.dustflies.blogspot.com)
Monday, September 05, 2005
Finally a good tune ...
The cell phone tunes are rather dismal , but this one i heard let my spirits jump .
I think it was in Sudha Dhanyasi :
" S ; PM P;M; S ; G;
NS G;
S;PM P;M; G;"
The tune must be Ilayaraja's .
I think it was in Sudha Dhanyasi :
" S ; PM P;M; S ; G;
NS G;
S;PM P;M; G;"
The tune must be Ilayaraja's .
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Aw !!Sinatra !!!
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without careShe's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without careShe's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
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