sitting on the bus
i saw a salamander
kill in one second
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The infinity of Grace - O V Vijayan
To discover India , to respect her past , to know lives , to feel love,
to learn grace .....
... to better your understanding of life.
to learn grace .....
... to better your understanding of life.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
The Progressive Classic
The lovers sat on the deserted riverside,the full moon above them.
He held her close.Their lips met.
'Darling', she said ,'there is something on my mind'.
'Tell me precious',he said.
'Have you read Karl Marx's Das Kapital?'
'I haven't .I have been wanting to.'
He began undoing her blouse.
'Have patience',she said.'Let us read Kapital.I brought it along with me.'
He took his hand off her and said,'As you wish.'
They lit a lamp by the riverside and began reading.
'.................................................................................................................................................................
................................'
After many months,when they had finished the four volumes of Kapital,he resumed his petting.
'I love you',she said.
The moon shone over them.
*
Post script : Readers are requested to get hold of four volumes of Das Kapital and fill in the blanks.If they do so,this little story will become the lengthiest Socialist-realist novel in contemporary literature.
*
- O.V.Vijayan
He held her close.Their lips met.
'Darling', she said ,'there is something on my mind'.
'Tell me precious',he said.
'Have you read Karl Marx's Das Kapital?'
'I haven't .I have been wanting to.'
He began undoing her blouse.
'Have patience',she said.'Let us read Kapital.I brought it along with me.'
He took his hand off her and said,'As you wish.'
They lit a lamp by the riverside and began reading.
'.................................................................................................................................................................
................................'
After many months,when they had finished the four volumes of Kapital,he resumed his petting.
'I love you',she said.
The moon shone over them.
*
Post script : Readers are requested to get hold of four volumes of Das Kapital and fill in the blanks.If they do so,this little story will become the lengthiest Socialist-realist novel in contemporary literature.
*
- O.V.Vijayan
Monday, May 08, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
BCL - Madras
They travelled a lot but they did not take any pictures . They did not take trains , they hated flights .They did not need a car or a bus .Ugh! no! they did not like the idea of being pulled through the streets by another man .
They walked to British council library on that wet day .
They returned books at the counter and stood transfixed looking at a collage of pictures .
Out of the drain hole , into time , sliding through a bangle , swirling in
a cup of coffee,onto the rings of smoke ,reaching upto the ceiling
fan,
jumped into bubble smiling as the sun hit their faces,splat on a coin
being tossed up and down,
napping in a flattened pondicherry lamp,
kicking pebbles rounded by the rivers ,rolling in laddoes covered wet with
greedy tongues,
each slid from either sides of her brow and splashed red
into her bindi ,juggled a bit with saturn and her moons ,
flew all over the park on a green frisbee with shakthiman stickers ,
they played white in the
seas churned by the grinder,
resonated a bit on the Oms in a yogaclass ,
up and down the pepsi crown they marched ,
crtl+C out of infinite loops and finally settled on the Os ,
an 'O' each on a plate that read Books -return/issue
and felt a fierce nudge asking them to move on .
They walked to British council library on that wet day .
They returned books at the counter and stood transfixed looking at a collage of pictures .
Out of the drain hole , into time , sliding through a bangle , swirling in
a cup of coffee,onto the rings of smoke ,reaching upto the ceiling
fan,
jumped into bubble smiling as the sun hit their faces,splat on a coin
being tossed up and down,
napping in a flattened pondicherry lamp,
kicking pebbles rounded by the rivers ,rolling in laddoes covered wet with
greedy tongues,
each slid from either sides of her brow and splashed red
into her bindi ,juggled a bit with saturn and her moons ,
flew all over the park on a green frisbee with shakthiman stickers ,
they played white in the
seas churned by the grinder,
resonated a bit on the Oms in a yogaclass ,
up and down the pepsi crown they marched ,
crtl+C out of infinite loops and finally settled on the Os ,
an 'O' each on a plate that read Books -return/issue
and felt a fierce nudge asking them to move on .
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Aesthetics
Dandi and Kalidasa were contemporary poets in the court of Vikramaditya .
One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "
Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".
Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".
(excerpts from mami's music class)
One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "
Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".
Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".
(excerpts from mami's music class)
Kalidasa
Dandi and Kalidasa were contemporary poets in the court of Vikramaditya .
One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "
Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".
Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".
(excerpts from mami's music class)
One day the king , sensing Dandi's jealousy towards Kalidasa called the two of them and asked them to verse a one liner of the words " There is a dry tree standing here "
Dandi jumped up to the challenge with a dry staccatto verse - "Shushkovrikshathistatyagre".
Dandi's jealousy died when Kalidasa aesthitically responded with "Neerasataruruhavilasithabimbe".
(excerpts from mami's music class)
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Expect the unexpected
Sowmya's catcheri at Ananthapadmanabhaswamy Temple began with the oft heard Vathapi Ganapathim Bhajeham , Varanasyam varapradam Sri,
Waaaahthapi !!! which had my heartbeat at a normal 75 per minute .
and then followed -bootaadi sam sEvita caraNam |
boota bowdika prapanca baraNam ||
and then marched veetaraagiNam vinata yOginam (shree) |
vishva kaaraNam vigna vaaraNam || and then the
praNava svaroopa vakratunDam |
nirandaram niDala candra kaNDam |
nija vaamakara vidrutEkshutanDam |
karaambuja paaSa beejaapooram |
kaloosha vidhooram bootaahaaram |
haraadi guruguha tOshita bimbam |
hamsadhwani booshita hErambam ||
and suddenly there was
| silence (for 1-8 ,3 beats ) GPNSR... hamsadwani booshitham herambam ...
... what surprise ....!!!!!and 73..74 … skip !
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Ravelstein - Saul Bellow
A wonderful book .
Abe Ravelstein, a professor with an ardent student following, writes a book on his friend's (Chick) suggestion ,that turns him a millionaire.Abreast with the politics of the great world , supplemented with his own opinions and a penchant for fancy , he asks Chick to write his biography .
Their friendship :
"We were perfectly open with each other.You could speak your mind without offending.On either side there was nothing too personal ,too shameful to be said ,nothing too nasty or criminal.I did feel at times that he was sparing me his most severe judgements if I wasn't just then ready to stand up under them.I used to spare him, too.But it gave me tremendous relief to be as plain and clear with him as I would be about myself about weak or vicious things.In self-understanding he was well ahead of me.But every personal discussion turned fimally into good ,clean nihilistic fun ."
Every bit engaging through my rocky bus ride and every now hoping my father does not find out the sambar stain on page 31 .
Abe Ravelstein, a professor with an ardent student following, writes a book on his friend's (Chick) suggestion ,that turns him a millionaire.Abreast with the politics of the great world , supplemented with his own opinions and a penchant for fancy , he asks Chick to write his biography .
Their friendship :
"We were perfectly open with each other.You could speak your mind without offending.On either side there was nothing too personal ,too shameful to be said ,nothing too nasty or criminal.I did feel at times that he was sparing me his most severe judgements if I wasn't just then ready to stand up under them.I used to spare him, too.But it gave me tremendous relief to be as plain and clear with him as I would be about myself about weak or vicious things.In self-understanding he was well ahead of me.But every personal discussion turned fimally into good ,clean nihilistic fun ."
Every bit engaging through my rocky bus ride and every now hoping my father does not find out the sambar stain on page 31 .
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Whatever
What were you thinking when i mixed apple,cucumber,chilli flakes,sugar,nutmeg,cinnamon and pepper ?
Whatever ...
I wasn't .
Whatever ...
I wasn't .
Friday, February 10, 2006
DBY night they lived happily ever after
That night while both tossed on their preferred sides of the bed with a book each and an ocassional kiss in between ,they grew smaller.......
At first the letters of the book they were immersed in seemed to grow larger .
Then they looked at each other .They looked normal !( equally small... that they did not know).....until he nudged her and pointed around to the mammoth alarm clock, the monstrous lamp shade they had bought from pondicherry,the huge bathroom slippers with their mouths open as if they would swallow.
She grabbed his hand and he held it tight .
They measured now a fontsize 10.
She looked a century Gothic with her dancer buttocks and he an ancient and impressive Bookman( oldstyle) with his glasses on .
They argued for a minute and then "phhhhhhhisssssssssssssssh" jumped into her book .
At first the letters of the book they were immersed in seemed to grow larger .
Then they looked at each other .They looked normal !( equally small... that they did not know).....until he nudged her and pointed around to the mammoth alarm clock, the monstrous lamp shade they had bought from pondicherry,the huge bathroom slippers with their mouths open as if they would swallow.
She grabbed his hand and he held it tight .
They measured now a fontsize 10.
She looked a century Gothic with her dancer buttocks and he an ancient and impressive Bookman( oldstyle) with his glasses on .
They argued for a minute and then "phhhhhhhisssssssssssssssh" jumped into her book .
Thursday, February 09, 2006
oka tamilammai telugu kavita.
nee prayathnam naadhe koda
nee prayasam naadhe kooda
nee baadha naadhe kooda
nee lokam naadhee kooda
nee vijayam naadhe kooda
ranjani Sivakumar
nee prayasam naadhe kooda
nee baadha naadhe kooda
nee lokam naadhee kooda
nee vijayam naadhe kooda
ranjani Sivakumar
Friday, February 03, 2006
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