I am interested in you for how you might think and feel and act ( Read more... )

I HATE when people don't respond to text or FB messages. When you know they spend a lot of time with their phones or on FB there's just no excuse not to send a quick reply. And yes, it should include an apology for the tardiness.

And what's with people blowing hot and cold all the time. Seriously, thermostat issues!

Grrr!

He dances joyously
in the hall of the universe.
Nor born nor destroyed.
Upon matted hair
here rests the crescent moon,
and Ganga she flows to Earth.
Wearing tiger skin,
bracelet snakes upon limbs.
Wanderer, ascetic.
The cosmos His corona;
His ankle bells, rhythm and song,
Beautiful and compassionate;
all creation sings His praises.

The Rules - Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors, poets included, who've influenced you and will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.

Tag a few friends, including me, because I am interested in seeing what authors my friends choose. (To do so, go to your Notes tab on your ( Read more... )

Most of our clothes were hand-me-downs. Nothing was ever brand-new; if it were it was of the kind found only in pasar malams. 
We didn't have tennis lessons. Or swimming lessons. Or extra tuition. Or pocket money.
I never owned a walkman.
Mobile phones were a distant possibility, mostly fashioned from bricks and left to high-end business people or ( Read more... )

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I have said too much already.

How has it become so easy for you?

YouneedtoquitwhingingallthetimeHonestlyI'

I've spent twenty minutes typing the longest rant only for it to be accidentally not saved. Blah!

I'm listening to M.S. and remembering music lessons with pattu teacher. I don't miss hot, balmy Saturday afternoons spent in post-lunch stupor trying to remember swaras or sangatis. Yet, we had so much fun.

I can't sleep. I've had a nice Sunday: Kathak ( Read more... )

I'm listening to violins sing of loss. They prickle against my skin, leaving my jaw taut in anticipation ( Read more... )

@ the Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan, London

Purvikalyani - stuti on Krishna
Sahana
Shankarabharanam - magnificent aalap by Jayashri, and titillating tani avartanam by the mrdangam player. Gold, purple, royal.
Ahiri - Mayamma yani re - the longest pause after the previous song was the minute she spent with head cast atop her tambura, listening to shruti, ( Read more... )