Friday, March 28, 2014

In the very first house that I lived in, the mosquito nets matched the colours of the bathroom tiles.

This was done on purpose.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

almost like sex

In the library that I use, there is an old, old, OLD man who comes to read everyday.

He enters the room and adjusts the window blinds.

Then he whispers, "Is the lighting okay?"

Saturday, March 22, 2014

the old men i know

I realised that my grandfather and his friends ALWAYS call each other by their last names. 

You would think this would sound like Khanna or Soni or Verma. You know, how boys do it. Of course you know it.

Except with these old men, it's not like this. It's always,  Khanna Sahab, or Mr. Soni or Verma ji.

Like, "Namaste Verma ji." Or "Good morning Khanna Sahab" or "Yesterday I met my friend Mr. Soni." All the time. Yes, ALL the time.

They're great friends, all of them, and I'm wondering how they keep a straight face through this all.

Old men are a fascinating species.


Saturday, March 15, 2014

how to survive an art gallery if you want to drink the free wine

"Use the word juxtapose. For example if you are looking at a painting of a horse say - I love how the colours of the horse are juxtaposed against the background of the field. Or if you are looking at modern art, just say - I love how the hues of this painting are juxtaposed against each other on the canvass."
-- Abir

Thursday, March 06, 2014