Friday, January 26, 2007

wandering word of the week: imagine

i was tiredly driving home one night, dreaming of a long hot bath and pyjamas when out of the blue a huge white dog with pointy pitbull ears leaped out of the shadowy jhaaries, barking its head off like a baskerville hound, and started chasing my car!! startled, i fell out of my reverie with a bang and gasped like sana, my heart racing with fright (as if i wasn't safely ensconced in a sturdy glass and metal vehicle that would protect me from the stupid dog). then the hound vanished. it disappeared! i stuck my head out of the window and looked around for it but it was gone as suddenly as it had come. it's never come back either. maybe it was an imaginary car-chasing psycho dog. stooooopid.

Mina at 2:33 PM

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

the constitution of venezuela calls simon bolivar 'the liberator'. i of course promptly transform a sweat-stained cowboy hero into a spandex and cape confection in my head and giggle. i'm such a jaahil sometimes :D

el syd works with me! yayy! this means i now have company car-dancing when we go to lunch en masse- dekha to tuhjey yaar dil main baji gitaaar! dhan dhana dhan dhanna dhishkaaaooonn

yesterday i got such an awesome compliment from one of my kids. they demanded to know why i hadn't been coming in for two weeks in a row, so i told them about the asia pacific forum and why judicial education on gender awareness is important, and then about the minor form of plague i came down with. one of them pipes up,
"miss, you're the coolest person i've ever met!"
hugely flattered i was.
"thank you! what makes you say that?"
"because you know about everything!"
i grinned.
"that's only an illusion of age, but thank you all the same."
i love me kids :)

the play is fun. i love theatre. i lovelovelovelove it. i will direct all your plays for piffling peanuts, just let me have a script and a cast (and a set, a hall, sponsors, costumes and food)!

B sends me pomes. this one is by the remarkable harris khalique. i must stop by SPO with a copy of his little yellow book and beg for a signaychurrr.

An old tale told afresh

Hogging desire
Goes gallop after prey,
Tramples it.

Love, sure-footed,
Walks across the soul,
Comes back, stays.

Seldom understood without each other.

WAH! i tip my invisible hat to you. i also tip it to the newest photographer of my acquaintance, who 'gave' me a photograph that involved a cycle. those of you on my msn will appreciate the on-spot coolness of this :)

yay i can access my comments, finally- and discover a motherlode of horrid pornographic spam!! yuuucckkk.

am writing pomes. am a happy ole bunny, i feel pretty i am creating loveliment i am magic

Mina at 3:34 PM

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

i poke cautiously in the forlorn, assaulted trifle with a tired spoon, looking for cake and missing my mother, who makes the most generous trifle in the world. i always end up eating much too much trifle when i encounter it. it's good, my tastebuds nod approvingly at the custard.

the lights look like ornate, inverted toadstools, lit up with a dreamy gold bulb, dropping down from an upside down, shallow jeweled bowl.

justice S has shambled out to sneak a smoke. s and i eye him and i secretly am willing him to break out into a rendition of 'the walrus and the carpenter' and mime the crying oysters :D

on nepali accents:
"no current judge should ask for funding from an organization."
"yesh! no shitting judges!"



s.s smells vaguely of pee sometimes. i rescued a first edition toni morrison from liberty books, whoopeeeee! nothing as delicious as reading a hardback; deliciouser is a first edition hardback :) i adore the fact that i have contemporary writers on the f.e shelf...someday they'll be like having a virginia woolf or an eliot. jeanette winterson has those. ugh, imagine a f.e of 'the waves', or the prufrock poems. i burne moste brightly.

"i keep a seashell from each
shore we never walked"

on stereotypes:
"men are wise. women are?"
"otherwise!"

Mina at 2:28 PM

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Happy New Year and Eid Mubarik to y'all!! Was a strange one for me; lots of family and babies and dikhaoowas- yes, the Great Grandbaby Gatsby is running along- and an unexpected death, surprise parties and surprise encounters. I haven't time to mull any of this over and yet I'm writing a story again...which of course will run its course when it does, but beautiful just to write, really.

I am the Pancake Queen, I mix 'em up and flip 'em off the griddle with speed and skill in my own kitchen. The bliss of a hob I chose and utensils nobody molests to fry kababs with is a special joy I tells you! Now to pinch all of Amma's yummy things and squirrel them away in my cabinets away from the molesty hands of K and R and their overzealous tendency to scrub away nonstick coatings with steel wool.

I did me reports today in a freeeezinggg room hunched over Miss Fouzia's desk...green visor ki kammi thi I swear; took me ten minutes to defrost nearly sitting on the heater back at work...hehe...now to kick Excel into doing the math for me.

I take huge offense to the way everyone's showing Saddam Hussain's hanging on television. It's disgusting and crass to denigrate someone's passing like that. Haan maana he wasn't exactly the best man to walk the earth but nobody deserves such a mockery to be made of something as solemn as a death. Am suddenly very anti-capital punishment now...maybe seeing it actually happen [by a remote control ki randomness I wish hadn't ocurred] made me realize how serious a death like this is. Bad. And what if a kid saw it, then what? What if you're six years old and happen to see it while getting to Cartoon Network? What would you think [and NO, playing Tekken has nothing to do with immunizing you to real violence]? Good god, I'm never buying a television.

There was something else I was pretty annoyed about turn of this year but I've forgotten it. I'm still cold; time to turn chair around and put the stream back into the blood. Call-backs for the play tomorrow, whee! I love theatre as much as I love books. Yeh bauhat barri baat keh di hai :)

Mina at 2:14 PM

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