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What are words worth?: May 2015
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Just looking up, in Sanjeeviah Park. Follow me on Twitter. Sites in my sight. A central Central University. Http:/ saffronandsilk.blogspot.com. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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What are words worth?: November 2013
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Wednesday, November 20, 2013. Up close, from far away. What to make for breakfast? Should I do the groceries today or tomorrow? And what about that meeting I need to prepare for? Should I call the electrician to come fix the stairwell light that's been out for weeks? Terrorism is a way of life. Like my morning toast. Masking the grinding of bones. Salted with the perspiration. From the brows and arms and legs. Primed as we are.
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What are words worth?: Stories embedded in things #dailydiscard
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Friday, July 10, 2015. Stories embedded in things #dailydiscard. Letters, birthday cards, notes scrawled on torn out notebook paper, entry passes and invitations.as I sift through the pile of paper on the first shelf I have decided, in my new-found resolve, to clear out, I find a messy mass of memories. Driving in to school, communing with other harried parents. A wish and a dream, still unfulfilled. Follow me on Twitter.
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What are words worth?: September 2013
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Saturday, September 28, 2013. Fastener, because (yes, I get it) it slides. How many women have had safety pins (almost) make uneven holes in sarees because they weren't sharp enough? How many of us have asked visiting relatives to bring back these items from abroad and then hoarded them jealously against siblings and cousins who kept wanting to steal those lovely sharp-tipped items? One of my favourite magazines, Slate. Has an ...
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What are words worth?: September 2014
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Tuesday, September 09, 2014. The bittersweetness of being almost. This is not a review. It is not an attempt to critique or summarise a film that many have been talking about in different ways. But yes, it is a response of some kind, to a movie that I watched in an serendipitous matinee moment. Or, a couple of years later, had failed to make it to medal round? We idolise the one who reaches and ignore those who almost reach.
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What are words worth?: March 2014
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Monday, March 03, 2014. Weekend in West Godavari. But I wasn't really here to engage in an economic analysis of the district. I was, in fact, here to disengage from analysis and simply take that much needed break from a non-stop series of deadlines. It was the first step in taking my own advice seriously (ref: my previous post). So, here are a few moments from that pause in my city-fied routine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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What are words worth?: January 2015
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Friday, January 09, 2015. Requiem for a mango tree. For the better part of two decades it bore fruit. Served shade in generous quantities. While those mangoes, green covering rich yellow. Were pickled, pulped,. Made a salad a bit saucier. And a milk shake smoother. Yesterday I came home to find sun streaming into a kitchen. That had known a dappled green light. This year's Ugadi pacchadi. Won't be made with mangoes.
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What are words worth?: May 2013
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Sunday, May 05, 2013. The bell rings and my somnolent daughter is roused to go answer it. She comes back quickly with a question on her face and a slightly embarrassed smile: the visitors are for me. Something that happens only rarely. The three young people at the door are smiling and laughing at my surprise. Three young people whom I feel like I met only a few days ago, have come to say goodbye. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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What are words worth?: August 2015
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Saturday, August 29, 2015. The art of losing. In a pivotal moment in the film Still Alice. Losing track of appointments, forgetting where things have been put, mis-remembering people's names, forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, addresses and phone numbers.the list goes on. And then of course there are all the things I have lost, including money (and I don't even gamble). So chronic forgetfulness it is. Thursday, August 13, 2015.
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What are words worth?: When dog bites person (or the confessions of an ambivalent dog sympathizer)
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What are words worth? Making sense of the everyday. Politics in the personal. Thursday, August 13, 2015. When dog bites person (or the confessions of an ambivalent dog sympathizer). And possibly continuing, to smile foolishly (a matter of perspective of course) from time to time at the anchor's macabre humour. Strangely enough, I felt neither neither anger at the dogs nor fear, only a bit of perplexity and some wondering about how one could avoid such situations. And yes, my leg did hurt a bit. No easy s...
