Archive for September, 2007
i have this feeling that as the singular reason for our association comes to an end, that among all the goodbyes and farewells fond and fake, there will be one subtle nod of a tilted head, a twinkled acknowledgement in two black eyes, that will affect me more deeply than the last departing hugs of […]
Filed under: fudge, ramble | 37 Comments
when great writers can’t write, they write about not being able to write. that, among other reasons, is why they’re great writers. hillaire belloc, yes he of “cautionary tales” fame, once wrote an essay called on the death of my muse in his collection, on nothing. that the guy was a racist and an absolute bounder is somewhat […]
Filed under: desi, desi history, desi-ism, here and there, poetry, ramble, the sweet stench of life | 45 Comments
the crows of jamshoro
one of the biggest identifying traits of any major south asian city is the preponderance of crows flying just above headlevel – well shaquille o’neal headlevel – irritating the hell out of innocent passersby. especially when they try to sing. a crow is to singing as a sloth is to dieting. they sound so bad, these poor birds, […]
Filed under: iceman on gt road, the sweet stench of life | 65 Comments
kipling had it wrong. keeping your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you has got nothing to do with being a man. its about being able to pay your bills. imagine yourself in a situation where you’ve managed to generate a bill of rs 27,379 for your room service over […]
Filed under: iceman on gt road, picture, the sweet stench of life | 92 Comments
Samandar-e-Bemaina - The Abbasnama 