Desi Witch

I read a poem today by Elizabeth Bishop called One Art. It touched a chord within me and so I leave it here for all those anonymous women who see a little bit of me in them. Read this and feel strong:

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

Ok, I'll admit it - I am only writing this post because I thought the title was so witty and clever. Because otherwise this is such a super-duper-stupid-lame case of waste-of-fucking-time-money-and-other-precious-resources that embarrasses me at work because people ask me "Are Indians really burning effigies of Richard Gere? For a peck on the cheek? Really? And the judge thought that was sexually erotic?".

That bloody judge obviously isn't getting any.

Can the self-appointed moral police and the government-appointed judges, please burn effigies of rapists and convict them with the same speed that they did in poor Richard's case?

And isn't burning all those effigies bad for the environment?

Do NOT watch "Kya Love Story Hai".

'Nuf said.

Was it me or was it you? Considering that most of you misunderstood the previous post - it's probably me! That list of books was there to tell you what kind of books I have read and loved. I didn't mean to ask you to pick 3 out of that list - in fact please exclude all the books on that list. I own them all, have read them all, love them all.

So let me make this request again - Please list 3 (or more) books that you love and think I'd love (that are not already on the list in the previous post).

From your suggestions I was able to get "Poisonwood Bible" and have added the others to my wish list and will get them as soon as they get back into stock.


And Terri, no, sadly I don't work for a publishing firm.

So, because I have earned some awesome karma, it has emerged that I can get 9 books for free. How? Long story that will endanger my anonymity, so don't ask for details. But I want some suggestions from you. I know that asking someone to pick their one favourite book is like asking a mother to pick her favourite child. So please list the top 3 books that you'd recommend.
And to give you some help, some of my favourite books are:

• God of Small Things
• Kite Runner
• Fine Balance
• Time Travellers Wife
• Twentieth Wife
• The Handmaid's Tale
• Atlas Shrugged

I went line dancing today. It was the first time I'd ever done it and I'm pretty sure it's not going to be the last.
I went along with 2 of my colleagues during lunch hour, to give it a shot. In a room full of senior women, we looked like kids - another reason to go again. Nothing makes you feel as young as surrounding yourself with a group of 30 women in their early seventies! The other reason I loved it was that the dance moves are really basic and even I could learn and remember them. I am normally shit at any kind of choreographed movement and so line dancing is perfect for me. The ammachis were so sweet , encouraging me with their "You're doing really well luv". And so I spent an hour kicking my feet around and clapping to classics like "Achy Breaky Heart" and other country hits!
The highlight of the event, however, was when the instructor called out "Who here has heard of Christina Aguilera?" and not one of them except me and my colleagues nodded our heads!

I have kidnapped her & am waiting for the ransom from Orwell. That's all.

Seriously though, she has said to tell you guys - and I quote - "I had a stalker-like bad experience with my blog and am laying off for a bit".

I promise she wasn't referring to me with the "stalker" bit.

Akkare sent me an email this morning with the lyrics from a song from Masoom, which made me want to listen to all those sweet warm beautiful songs from my childhood. They brought a smile to my face, especially this one:

It takes a lot to cheer me up when I'm feeling down these days - so all credit must go to Kareena Kapoor, Alisha Chinoy and Bollywood for the "It's Rocking" video. It's so peppy and so typically Bollywoody that it just makes me happy everytime I hear it.
Before you accuse me of being a Kareena fan, let me clarify - I'm most definitely not one.

What a glorious weekend we've had! I drove down to the East Coast with a friend of mine and spent the weekend there. Much food was eaten, much wine was drunk, much local jaunting was done and much fun was had.

Am back home now and tomorrow it's time to do some gardening on what is supposed to be yet another glorious summer day!

Bring on global warming!

So I set up google ads on this blog because I'm cheap like that. Hey I could buy web hosting for an hour with the money I've made so far, via google ads, ok?
But I noticed that all the damned ads from google were about how I could get relationship advice by clicking on a certain link or how I could entrap my spouse to stay in the marriage even if he didn't want to and of course the classic - "Asian Woman for love".