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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Big red eyes are not always scary.


On Sunday, due to strange and awesome circumstances, I played with a big fat rabbit.

Noorie the rabbit

Rabbits shiver ALL the time. Not a bad strategy. They can make everyone think they’re paavam terrified little things while they hatch a plan to gnaw at your big toe and hop out the door.

This rabbit did neither of the above. It twitched continually and wiggled its nose and seemed rather nervous when I picked it up and started babbling at it. 

It was adorable. Its eyes were unnerving.

It’s name was Noorie.

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I saw Gangs of Wasseypur yesterday and it was.. weird. 

I am singing O Womaniya on loop and causing my colleague to glare at me angrily. This is the same girl who said “OMG you went to see a movie called Gangs of Wasseypur? Why would you do that? Even the name sounds so ick.”

Ick.

Ick.

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The rains are eluding me. It stops raining as soon as I arrive at any place and quickly resumes once I leave. I am the antithesis of The Rain God.

I want the rain. Beautiful fat drops falling mercilessly on people who scurry rapidly because it's Bombay and that's what people do, not because it's raining. A view from the window that makes the city look like it’s covered with butter paper. Puddles and thunder and clouds and a rainbow of umbrellas poking me from every side as I try to navigate through an annoyingly shrill sea of humanity wading through a sea of brown water. I’ve managed to be absent for the majority of the past six Bombay monsoons and I want it now.

#55WordStory - Immortality

Theme: Immortality


“A lonely Jazz singer rescued from a life of drugs and poverty. A sudden worldwide sensation, never to be forgotten.” 

She snapped out of it when someone jostled her. Her brother’s funeral was beginning. Never again would she stop thinking of all that could have been.

Monday, June 25, 2012

#55WordStory - Moon

Theme: Moon

She finished her model of the solar system just in time. As she sat in the bus, she realized she had forgotten all about the moon. After all that work… She was about to cry with disappointment, when the strange boy no one talked to walked up to her, handed her a cheeseball and smiled.

#55WordStory - Silence

Theme: Silence

He had always been rather alarmingly practical. 

After the accident claimed his voice, his grief-stricken family gathered around him, preparing to console him. Brushing aside their platitudes, he shrugged and signalled to them, “Hey, now I’ll never get disqualified in dumb charades.”

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Rain rain. Rain rain. Rain rain.

The rains are here and everything is green and puddly and squelchy. Some people are going "wheee!" and some people are behaving like the Wicked Witch of the West. I am ignoring everyone and silently rejoicing while worrying myself sick as to the fate of my beautiful new phone.

Come monsoon and my streetside bhel cravings shoot up exponentially. I wish last year's jaundice hadn't made me so boring.

Jaundice is such an ugly word.

People get whole new disposable lives just before the rains begin. Cheap new bags are bought so that expensive leather ones don't get ruined. Brightly coloured rubber slip ons that everyone has are bought in bulk.  People start keeping mini wardrobes in their office drawers, and all whites are snubbed like street dogs snub the Parle-G biscuits I try so hard to feed them.


This is what happened the last time I persisted in feeding a dog Parle-G biscuits.


I wish we had portable monsoon kits. The type I'm imagining would fit in my wallet and look like a thick-ish credit card. With one press of a button, it would expand into a nice attaché case containing a toothbrush, new chaddis and one change of clothes. But alas, that is not to be.

We all need Hermione bags.