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Saroja and her saaman: Identity change
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, February 18, 2007. Hello, and peace. Several U-turns later, a new leaf has been turned. There is a God. And I'm getting there. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Image of the Week. Tuxedo, my love. The Autorickshawman that cried God!
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writer's desk: September 2009
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Ethics, moral obligation, passion, flair. is journalism all these? Or, perhaps, just an organised gossip? Friday, September 11, 2009. A note of thanks to prof. Sugantha. On a bright, glass-clear day, I got ready with half-saree on and hair plaited. It was that period of time when the idea of attending college and staying away from parents for three whole years was yet to sink in. Classes, to her, meant business. There had never been time when she slumped on the chair, asking us to "revise the lessons...
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writer's desk: July 2008
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Ethics, moral obligation, passion, flair. is journalism all these? Or, perhaps, just an organised gossip? Thursday, July 24, 2008. French-ish land makes a perfect holiday destination. 8220;Are you going to Chennai? Though the journey time was short, it was anything but enjoyable. Fish in hampers irked my nostrils, while heavily drunk commuters shoved my luggage at the fag end of the bus. Finally when I got down at the bus stand of Pondi, it was a welcome let-up. When we walked out of the Ashram in inexpl...
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writer's desk: February 2008
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Ethics, moral obligation, passion, flair. is journalism all these? Or, perhaps, just an organised gossip? Friday, February 01, 2008. But not before a pinch in our wallet. Though I neither knew rock guitar nor Jimi Hendrix, I decided to plunge into the world of fusion music. With high-soaring excitement, I picked up with sonic speed and dropped it with equal pace. It cost half a thousand! Phew anyways, Happy listening junta. Check out and let me know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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writer's desk: November 2005
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Ethics, moral obligation, passion, flair. is journalism all these? Or, perhaps, just an organised gossip? Monday, November 28, 2005. Is science woman friendly? Even after the 100 years of Einstein’s formulation of ‘theory of relativity’, the under representation of women in this field is relatively higher. Though there are frequent spark offs regarding this issue, the conclusion remains the same: “women are not competitive enough to swim across the field of science”. In India, the department of Science a...
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Saroja and her saaman: August 2009
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, August 09, 2009. The prof. is back! Ladies, gents and the odd spectactor: I have decided to put my entire past back on this blog, for your perusal, and perhaps also for my own. I have somehow reached a place where I can revisit the former selves I inhabited and actually enjoy the trajectory of the I. Links to this post.
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Saroja and her saaman: October 2007
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Monday, October 08, 2007. Mysore and Pondicherry, circa 2007. You arrive, embalmed. Ready to be taken apart. By the sequential reels. Running rapidly in the back. I bought a blue set. To paint my face on your time. And ran into the weave. Our rhythms never matched. Yoked by arcane magnets. Proceeded to cut into raw flesh.
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Saroja and her saaman: February 2007
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, February 18, 2007. The Autorickshawman that cried 'God! I am only human. Giggle. Old man in extremely white cap and lady in pink burqa holding hands and crossing road. Unseen faces of children in an auto; little girl in blue uniform making herself comfortable on a little boy's lap, his hand protectively closing aro...I bli...
