Blushing

Orpheus doesn’t believe I don’t blush.
Actually, I’ve never seen the point of blushing. I mean, I know pink cheeks are supposed to be pretty, but apart from that? Even when I do or say something I didn’t mean to, all I can do is giggle and hope the other person will have the good manners [...]

Silence

is all I had on reservations after this, and I’d pretty much decided it was going to stay that way. But Chinmayi has a post that I can’t help linking to - saying everything I want to, and saying it very well. Read it here.

An ad made me want to throw up

One of the most misogynistic promos I’ve ever seen - for Baywatch. You know - the show with all the men and women who are human(?) versions of the Barbie dolls?
The promo goes something like this*: a voice-over says, “You know why Baywatch is such a wonderful show? Because all the pieces have to be [...]

am back!

I’m back!! Loaded with b’nana chips, which shall be duly delivered either this evening or tomorrow. And also, like the three kings of Orient in the Christmas Carol, laden with spices… or at least, those spice drop thingies MM asked me to bring.
Kerala was beautiful. I wasn’t fated to be alone, I s’pose, ‘coz I [...]

Orpheus… and a little break

I’m off soon. To God’s own country, where (one of the perks of the job?) I have to babysit some exam papers. Exam takers too, actually. I was asked to go to Cochin, and gladly agreed. Decided to go a couple of days early and combine work with pleasure. Do a little sightseeing, be a [...]

(not so random) thoughts

Nudes. The word brings to mind the fleshy, buxom women in Rubens‘ paintings, Venus rising from the sea in Botticelli, in Titian’s Venus Anadyomene. And later, the texture of Seurat’s seated nude. And the sketch of a female nude seen from behind - sitting with her legs folded under her… I can’t remember who that’s [...]

Remember?

There’s mehendi on my hands. No, I’m not messing up the keyboard… I went to Shilparamam the other day and ended up with henna-ed hands.
Intricate patterns in red-brown on a pale pink-cream background… it’s fascinating. Remember, P, when we were little girls and used to grind gorintaku akulu (or rather, get someone to grind them [...]