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Momentary Muse: Turtle walking

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Monday, July 25, 2005. Perhaps this qualifies as recylcing old bits of writing. But the memory is still strong and I insist. When I first heard that the endangered Olive Ridley sea turtles nested right here, bang smack in one of the busiest beaches in Chennai, I was confused. There was no way sea turtles could safely nest on any beach in Chennai. But they do. They still do clamber across the sand- now peppered with plastic- to lay hundreds of eggs at a ...

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Momentary Muse: Dilli ki sardi

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, December 01, 2006. While in Delhi, a place I have declared my love for already, I met Sou one evening. We laughed with our eyes and drank through our laughter, dipping deep fried goodness into mayonnaise as we played fill-in-the-blanks with news and gossip. E-group catfights from fellow journalists, Delhi weddings and what the rest of our tribe was up to. And then,. Woman, how come you didn’t include Delhi in your post about your. Then there was an ...

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Momentary Muse: Greasy choices

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, October 06, 2006. Last weekend Angana was in town and being the media celebrity that she is (she actually has people stop her on the streets and ask. Don’t you anchor for such-and-such news channel everyday? A conversation with her is like a personally delivered, live scoop on the fourth estate. The producer took one look at her and barked, ‘What the hell is she wearing? So, did she do it? Angana gave us a look of pity reserved for stray dogs. At th...

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Momentary Muse: Home stretch

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. These men love their machines. Incense burning in front of the mandatory God sticker- a Lakshmi, Ganesha, Hanuman or Shiva. Small change handed out to the regular. Who makes his way from rickshaw to rickshaw at each auto stand every evening. A marigold dipped into a brass container, drops of sacred water sprinkled on the single front wheel. The driver waves his coins in the air, urging the aged priest to finish the auto-. Posted ...

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The Marauder's Map: Silly pic

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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Tuesday, September 05, 2006. I've been tagged for that silly pig thing by Kung Fu Master (among other things) Samit Basu. I've hitherto been photonymous on this blog, but do not see why I should remain so. I mean, I'm not exactly writing the diary of a London call girl or anything even remotely scurrilous (interesting) here. So here goes:. Place: Royal Selangor Pewter factory, somewhere outside Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. And I tag: Ron. At September 05, 2006 10:55 PM.

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Momentary Muse: Ananya

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, September 20, 2006. Ananya the six-year-old smiles with her eyes before the corners of her mouth begin to dance. One of the first times I met her was when she came to the office with her backpack stuffed with entertainment for the day. Her parents were both at the office and she didn’t have school, so she was instructed to busy herself and not disturb anyone else. Ohfo,’ she turned around impatiently, ‘Can’t you. I told my Project Coordinator - h...

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Momentary Muse: Delhi love

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, August 02, 2006. The one thing Delhi-ites take for granted is being able to bump into little bits of history every time they step out into their city. Being able to see ancient Mughal architecture from their car windows, exposed brick from another era as they walk the wide, wide roads and elegant. Peeking out at them from street corners. While I was there, I stayed in the breathtaking Sanskriti Kendra. I swear I felt like a princess. Walking ...

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Momentary Muse: Five things

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, September 15, 2006. This one requires one to post five things to do in one’s city - not touristy stuff, but what one loves to do. I know, I know. I suppose this is fraudulent, but I couldn’t make up my mind. Noting down all my favourite things made me realise how much I love each of my cities. So I’m posting the entire ordeal that I went through in choosing just one place. And that’s why I could leave out none. I keep coming home to:. A corner table...

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Momentary Muse: Suddenly sexless

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Wednesday, October 11, 2006. It’s interesting how men avert their eyes most conscientiously when a woman is breastfeeding her baby on the bus. When there is soft brown skin being exposed from beneath a sari blouse. Connections are instantly and unconsciously made - motherhood, family, wholesomeness, duty, purity - and eyes to dart away reflexively. Suddenly breasts become asexual. Posted by chamique at 21:50. View my complete profile. Fifty five in parts.

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Momentary Muse: Between Chamique and me...

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I meander. She muses. And then we trade places. Friday, January 12, 2007. Between Chamique and me. In between this and that, I think I’m all blogged out. Posted by chamique at 03:52. Eternal idealist, occasional backpacker, erstwhile journalist, opinionated voluntary worker and specialist in weaving daydreams since 1982. View my complete profile. Doing it right, right now. Fifty five in parts. What used to be Me. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs License.