Friday, March 28, 2008

nasturtiums and kutta phool. mummy teaches me flower names
they roll out of her mouth with ease, twisting into my ears

i sometimes remember, sometimes don't and surreptitiously
google them so i don't sound like someone who doesn't
pay attention.

good student

Mina at 6:26 PM


Thursday, March 27, 2008

moment of prat love #451

"what do you think of this outfit?"
"it's very fetching."

Mina at 7:33 PM


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Save this image and use it everywhere you can for this week- your Facebook profile picture, MSN, blog sidebars..wherever you think it'll be seen.
Pakistan Zindabad, no matter what.

Mina at 2:06 PM


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

so there i am talking about trimeter in roethke's 'my papa's waltz' and there is a huge exploding sound. it was if the feeling preceded the actual sound...there was a rumbly sort of ripple feeling/sound, and then an enormous bang. my class collectively gasped and i could actually feel my face going pale.
'relax, it's probably a transformer' i said and the words and their fake casualness actually did sound what books say hollow. some girls downstairs began to shriek, which only made things worse. i popped out of class to see what the other teachers were doing only to encounter a classful of hysterical/weirdly excited seventh graders whose teacher had gone for a pee. after pouring them back inside- 'the emergency bell hasn't rung! calm down!'- i went back to my yellow girls. 'breathe' i commanded. they made their sarcastic 'tree hugger miss' face but i used me best order-voice and they yoga breathed a few times. they say it didn't work but i think it did. since everyone seemed to be doing the drill anyway, i lined them up, grabbed the register and my bag and quickly counted my little line out of the door, down the stairs and to the ground. for ten minutes i was responsible for these twenty-odd girls and their safety, and if- if- khudanakhwasta something had happened closer to us...i had to be the voice of reason, the voice that said 'you can't do anything about it right now so the best thing is to stay calm and stay sane until its over' while inside hating how cold i sounded, as if i wasn't scared and quickly running my loved ones' day's itinerary through my head hoping they were far away from the bomb sites.

back in class i had everyone write what they were feeling, and when they were done with their private writes there was a palpable relief in the air. seeing a lot of jumbled, scary thoughts on a page make you feel like you have some control over them.

how dare someone wreck my city like this? how dare someone try to cow my city-people?

'we're going to die!' sing-songed someone on the way back to class.
'don't talk rubbish' i snapped. the girl behind me said 'well, we just might you know'
'not today' i said.

Mina at 2:15 PM


Monday, March 10, 2008

this window is beautiful. meter thumps
through my skin- dec, tet, hex, pent-
like a marching band

but this window! this window of springtime
of curtains pushed back and panes that
truly open, letting in

the rioting flowers, the sweet smell
of a petunia spring. a spring of gerberas
and sweet peas, dahlias and tiny

f-somethings i cannot remember, but
know their tri-colour fascination
this window is the last remaining stalwart
of a life where trees shed leaves on

and everything never minded

Mina at 5:44 PM


chins has made my week by showing me this : pablo bartholomew's recentest exhibition, in delhi. he's's a series of a life in the seventies, something that feels truly bohemian in the reallest sense- the rooms have smudgy, dirty walls, women have huge eyes with dark circles, most people look pretty stoned...nobody's wearing awesome clothes. there are rickety wood benches at night with only one person to watch the light glow above them, ganda manda cracked commodes, a baby looking quite puzzled...limp wristed young men and women lolling about with the leonine, effortless grace people's limbs seem to have when they live the way they want to and don't give a hoot about what someone else is thinking of them. it's like what chins and i were talking about- you have your art, your girlfriend and a joint. what else matters?

Mina at 5:27 PM