Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Wonder why I always choose Vent-o-matic. It is so ….apt ?

Nice to see some good writing here and dont ask me why, but I miss Sulekha.

So am back after a long time. I do hope my grammar has improved along with my punctuation usage. Now dont look for mistakes.

For those of you here who remember me at all , remember my blog on the roller coaster ride I was waiting to take ? ( http://meenakshi-shanker.sulekha.com/blog/post/2004/06/wait-for-me-i-wan... )

Well, I took that ride finally

A look at the Indian blah-go-sphere:
The New face of Indian Feminism, and a lot of crabs.

“Bang-Bang-Bang. Twenty-20 cricket is like sex, without any foreplay”.
- (musings at 4 O’clock in the morning. Insomnia rules)

I think I am officially a prose writer now, for as far as the blogosphere is concerned, my days of serving poetry are done. I hope to transition to the print media in poetry in coming few years, and hence poems must wait in corners of my room. I thank everyone here for very engaging and useful comments. I hope my prose continues to enjoy your honest and most-valued critique.

Meanwhile: http://viveksharmaiitd.blogspot.com/2007/07/sham-president-zindabad_15.h…
(Since it is a political post, saving DSS from a backlash, if there is any;)

Popular Belief               : "Brush teeth 2 times a day"
My personal take          :  Twice ?? Gimme a break doc. Please.

Asuphagigantics:

Asuphagigantics is a not a disease. Many a times people close to those who’re born with the gift of Asuphaagigantics think that the victims… err.. the gifted are suffering from megalomania. Nothing could be farther from truth. In fact this unfortunate diagnosis just confirms the plight of those gifted few without whom world wouldn’t know how to function.

How many flops must a fan play down
Before you call him a true fan?
Yes, ‘n’ how many surrenders must he witness
Before sense seeps into his mind?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the paper tigers fart
Before they’re forever shunned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

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Skip this post unless you are site admin or are deeply interested in void’s life…

Its been a week since RDB was released ; the vote has been cast by the movie going public & I am afraid the verdict is splintered in 4 groups.

“the movie left me with a feeling of DREAD”
– Kauphy ( Ex. Pune Times Columnist.. Content Writer.. Medha Patkar in the making)

“A movie with a HEART”
– Vivek Sharma ( Poet.. Philosopher.. Physicist )

“It left me COLD”
- Scarlett ( Dreamer.. ChildWoman.. Ghaati )

“I want my money back”
- India Whining ( Single Available Bachelor )

BAH!

http://chays.blogspot.com/2005/12/road-safety-week.html

It worries me. The rush to get this, that, and the other thing done as fast as one can. The rush to have it all and at as short a time as possible. The rush to be bigger, better than the next guy. The headlong rush at everything and multitasking to the point of craziness. I wonder if ‘getting more and more faster and faster’ has become the new craze, so much that we don’t even stop to enjoy what we have.

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Took me almost 2 hours to travel 300mtrs last evening ! Scary …….worse !!

The auto guy refused to drop me off home as all the approach roads to the place were flooded. And just when I was going to argue with him, the lorry in front of us reversed and CRUNCH ! The Auto’s rear-view mirror lay in bits n pieces. The auto guy hollered for him to stop and there ensued an argument. I knew that there was no point in me now insisting the guy take me home, so I got off , paid him and started walking home. Now I was walking along the Ulsoor lake road (I was heading for the road parallel to it). I tried taking the by lanes but there was knee deep water . I walked further ahead to the war memorial (near the Bengali Association junction) and …..suffice to say, it seemed Ulsoor lake had just moved in. The whole road was flooded and there was a major traffic jam…….mother of all jams . Now it is a different story how I got back home . Thanks to one good samaritan Kamaraj , a jawan of the Indian Army and no thanks to that lousy Colonel of the Indian Army …..didn’t get his name, the @##$@#$!@.

rant rant rant

Wrote two blogs…

The business of health - http://chays.blogspot.com/2005/09/business-of-health.html

Porn star for governor??? - http://chays.blogspot.com/2005/09/porn-star-for-governor.html

Bet you chose to read the porn star blog first…!!

I am confused. Today was Ganesh Chaturti and I did not know how to make Kozhakatais. A few days back when it was Krishna Jayanthi, I did not know how to make muruku and Cheede. Then on Varalakshmi Pooja I did not know what we were supposed to make , Kali-kootu or velam-adais which are eaten with white butter. I have forgotten when we tie the nolumbu - the sacred thread that we tie after we have prayed for all the men in the household and after which we gorge first on the adais with white butter-where for a change, the men eat after the womenfolk.

Each time I am filled with a sense of guilt. So much of our culture and traditions are going to be lost with our generation- at least in my house. This last year I have not celebrated any festival thanks to Mom passing away. But before that it has always been that I am not aware of what to do on special days. Or rather, I knew what mom did back home , just that I did not know how to make a lot of the things she did.

It’s not even a rant. More like a ramble.

My blog under the Vent-o-matic section was inspired by a debate on the censorship in Hindi movies and the Shiv Sena’s role in the stoning and terrorizing of the citizens in the name of “upholding hidustani sabhyata and sanskriti “ . It is also inspired by the banning of dance bars in Mumbai , leading to the displacement of over 1,00,000 dancers from their means of livelihood and their foray into prostitution as a result. It is dedicated to all those jeans the girls of Mumbai and Bangalore will never wear till they are attending colleges henceforth thanks to a ban. Yes , an you want to know the reason ? It is said to increase the risk of girls being raped !!

INDIA: Conjures up images in every mind , the word. The more I think I know her, the less I seem to comprehend her. To some India is that exotic ex-colony of the English, replete with snake charmers , rajasthani dancers with flowy spinning skirts with stringed tassels . To some it is the land of the tiger, jungles, safaris and hunting. To many it is the land of opulent Maharajas, eccentric Nawabs and valiant Sultans , Beautifully brave and bravely beautiful Maharanis , treacherous ministers . To some, it is the land of poverty, disease, illiteracy, pollution, and people. To some it is the land of karma, moksha and nirvana, of holy men and the Ganga …the river where you wash your sins and are resurrected.

Mike testing *categories*!