I heart David Mitchell. And that is one prize photograph he has of himself in the books ( Read more... )

I feel asleep while reading Pale Fire, and just woke up a few minutes ago when car doors slammed and my father came back home, I woke up really confused, thinking I had mixed Zembla, kings and their wives / With our everyday lives [ this was the first slightly coherent thought that came into my head after waking up ]. I'm still really muddled, and ( Read more... )

Is it only me, or do lines from Democracy in India - Issues and Challenges become more suggestive, almost nuanced, in their phrasing if read at one thirty at night?
Sample this -
"Like other democracies of the present day world India, also is a representative democracy. It means it is a system of government in which the political decision making is ( Read more... )

I'd written this last night, but the computer was creating problems ( Read more... )

I met Faisal Alkazi again - not really met in the sat down and chatted over a cuppa and two biscuits sense, but in the how d'ye do I'll go my way sense.
Actually he'd brought me plays.
More than delighted, I was honoured [ archaic english for feeling special, happy and tongue tied ( Read more... )

It has been drizzling rythmically almost all night. I watched Good Night and Good Luck in my brother's room, which seems bare without him, but it'll be filled with my things soon, as it always is. I was supposed to be watching 15 Park Avenue, and I did, after Good Night. It was a hindi version which came close to making a few lines comical, a few ( Read more... )

Read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, in the evening, today. My english teacher asked me what I did when I didn't understand poetry. I was blank, stumped, lost. I really couldn't answer that. " Read it again," said I. What does one do when one doesn't understand poetry? She also asked me why I read poetry. Blank again. Don't all people who ( Read more... )

I've been sharing my mother's room with her so haven't had time for extended internet usage. There's a lot to write about, but alack, alack, no time ( Read more... )

It doesn't really feel like a New Year, maybe because night of the 31st was spent sleeeping on the floor of one of the many extra rooms in a complex owned by a very rich cook with the floor beneath me vibrating because of the music they were playing ( Read more... )

Half of the journal customising work is done. A terribly painful task, but satisfying, nevertheless. There still remains work to be done of course, and I wish the damned connection wouldn't break every five seconds - oh alright - minutes. I want to sleep [ I am just about to sleep] and this entry is strained ( Read more... )