runner up

My love for Crayola was rekindled when I was in school and Wisteria was one of my favourite crayons. For the colour, yes, but more so for the name. I just felt like that word described my mood and personality for a long period in my life.

This blog was originally meant to be called "Wisteria", but it isn't.
Because some idiot was "testing it out".

Parental love

There's a paan shop outside my office - a little stall that sells cigarettes, chips, chai, the works. An old couple runs the shop - they are probably in their 70s. A couple of days ago, one of my colleagues asked for a cigarette, and the old lady handed it to him and said, "Yeh lo, beta." which roughly translates to "Here you go, son."

I just thought the phraseology was... ironic.

Match

November 21, 2011

How does every single restaurant/bar world over know that a Corona is to be served with a lemon wedged in the mouth of the bottle?

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 I'm sitting at Hard Rock Cafe, Bali. The entire place is full of people shouting at the screen - a soccer match is on: Malaysia vs Indonesia (which I'm guessing is the equivalent of an India-Pakistan cricket match). So every time the crowd shouts or cheers, Arpit and I scream random things at the screen. We still haven't figured which team is which, but we're having so much fun this way, that we don't care.

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Annual November read

She was at a book shop last week at the airport. Surrounded by piles and piles of books. She felt like she was in a maze of books. Some of the towers were actually taller than her (which isn't saying much), but still.

She looked around in confusion, wanting to pick up this and that and a lot more. Then she did what she always did - she picked up a book, read the synopsis, and then she judged it... by its smell. She did that with books. Picked them up, opened a random page and breathed them in. Sure, people gave her dirty looks but she didn't care. The smell of new books in a book store was earthy, but unequivocal. She knew if she would like a book just by its smell.

Sometimes she also judged a book by its cover... its colour, and ever so often, by its name.