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the five o'clock teaspoon: Book Review: The Hour of the Goddess: Memories of Women, Food & Ritual in Bengal
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Sunday, February 28, 2010. The Hour of the Goddess: Memories of Women, Food and Ritual in Bengal. The Hour of the Goddess: Memories of Women, Food and Ritual in Bengal. Delhi, India: Penguin, 2006. 144 pp. Not all of Banerji's reminiscences are pleasant. In chapter 3, "Patoler Ma," Banerji introduces the reader to a frail woman employed by Banerji's family with the physically demanding daily task of grinding fresh spices for the family's meals with the traditional stone shil. Benerji's detailed and thoug...
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Discreet Voices: Felt the Grape.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009. The Grapes were sour. Believe me. I tasted them. Not that I had to eat them. But then I wanted to. Looked pretty nice. Hanging from the branches. Green green . Round and juicy. Were they even green? Color blind. Damn. Any ways, second thoughts were always there like. “are the grapes actually sour? 8221;, “ I failed once, can I do it this time? 8221; But then the want was too much. I tried and tried. It was hard work. But I didn. 8217;t give up like last time coz. Let me shar...
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Discreet Voices: The Mirror Conversation
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Friday, September 12, 2008. 160; . Mirror, mirror on the wall,. 160; . Who’s the cleverest of them all? 160; . 160; . You said something just now. I replied ‘Me’. 160; . 160; . Thinking] You are just a part of me. 160; . Am saying so, you moron. Can’t I see myself in there? 160;Don’t I know how I look? You are my reflection. Then why did you ask me the question? 160; . Visibly confused] Umm. just to assert myself. 160; . 160; . Angry]And what makes you so clever? Ashamed]Sor...
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Discreet Voices: A Thin Dream
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011. Papers – Check. Pens – Check. Tiffin Box – Check. Wrist Watch – Check. Books – Check. Wallet – Check. That’s all he had. And that was what he was going to use to breathe life to his dreams. Running away from school with all your earthly possession and have your best friend tag along. Selling those earthly possessions. Using that money to rent a room in a motel. Fund your US travel. Class 2, English literature book, Gulmohar? Let me give me you a synopsis of the story anyways...
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Discreet Voices: A Thin Dream (continued)
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Saturday, October 8, 2011. A Thin Dream (continued). There were stories I heard about him from my mother. I became his launch pad. I heard he once tried to shoot a doctor with his toy gun ‘cause the doctor was giving me a shot. I) A pair of tee shirts and trousers;. Ii) Money (in whichever form it was available. this includes stuff that could be sold and included my precious wrist watch); and. But then it all fell apart. Keep in mind, I was 6 then and he was 9. Part 3 - When I feel like.]. I know what yo...
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Discreet Voices: Writer's Block
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008. This is Mikhail speaking. I am a Russian. I look like Nostradamus. And I don’t like you. He woke up then he went for a swim in the pool. Problems: Unoriginal. Bland. Tedious. No sense of character or place. Sod it. Alan awoke and took a dip in his pool. Problems: Too condensed. Does not describe transition from bed to pool. Did he swim in PJs? Alan Fitzpatrick arose from his bed, remove his striped PJs and leapt into the pool. Right beside his bed? Not good enough, sorry!
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Discreet Voices: Colours
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Friday, December 7, 2007. Let me see if I can turn black into white,. To make my optimism reach a new height,. I strangled their hopes to see my light,. But the end is just not right. Confusing to start with,. Confusing to end with,. These are not just words. With which you can survive with. My thoughts survive on a feeding tube,. Brain no longer contemplates,. A cacophony of colours jolts my mind. A colour survives in the end,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed. Papers –...
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Discreet Voices
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Monday, July 13, 2009. Between I and Me. Myself was in the bathroom. 8220;And then ‘he’ enters. I’ll refer to him as thief. Just not because I feel like calling him that but because he looks like that.”. 8220;Because he looks like that? 8220;Yeah. You know. how thieves generally look like. They have that thief type look.”. 8220;Thief type look? Well he kind of looks like a thief. As in, if you look at him, the first feeling you get about him is that he is a thief, he will steal something.”. Think this gu...
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Discreet Voices: Stop Thinking Loudly!!!
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011. This is what happens when you poke your nose in stuff you shouldn't have messed with. It's like eating something hot. You think your tongue can handle it. but when it fails, you are left panting like a dog. Guess what? I was thinking of Grammar. Grammatical thoughts! What pronoun do you use for a transgender? Since none are applicable prima facie, I thought of conceiving a new word. There you Go. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed. Papers – ...