Saturday, April 25, 2009

Random musings

I’m reading the Lady & the Monk by Pico Iyer- measured out in coffeespoons- a chapter a day, to remind me there’s a life outside work.
Weekends, I can feel myself distressing, my taut nerves relaxing, breathing easier. Batteries recharge, I think, I am my own master.
Learning dance is one thing, practicing it another and dancing freestyle quite another. But all three are fun.
Being needed is a nice feeling, a required one, whether one considers work or play.
It is only when one gets a chance to think does one think of telos.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Where to stay in Khajuraho

Clark's Hotel Khajuraho is a good food option there- they serve Continental, if my memory serves me right. Most hotels in Khajuraho have a bird's eye view of the temples from the hotel itself- it's literally like living in a temple town, in days gone by. Also catch the Sound & Light show in the evening, the keychains with position 69:)
Meanwhile, I'm busy planning my next holiday, in the Independence Day long weekend:)

Monday, April 13, 2009

Hill Bill

Music in the hills
Wine at night spills
From the sunset deep purple
Pink Floyd, Hey Jude circle
Pleasuring our senses
Forgetting our tenses
We sing along charged by them
Ads remixed, resort repasts yen
To return to a new high
On the hills. Can't. Sigh.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Fascinating face gazing is where I went to see how well I can read faces. Am waiting for the results. Was tough. For the most part my reactions were influenced by the adjective used in the wuestion. I also tended to vote for the faces I found attractive, regardless of the question. The faces were very similar and there was no Can't say option either. For some reason, I found it easier to decide who I want to vote for among the women faces.

Do share your experience, if you have participated in the experiment.


We drank in the hills
Savoured the green
Sipped yellow sunshine
Until our souls belched
Aahs of contentment.

Frozen waves of mountains
Stood silent.
Dark clouds circled
The cotton light.

We sleep when the world is
Woken up
Dark lightens in blue
Then froths in green white

As if we are in the ocean
Watching it arise, awake.

Peaks peek a booed sun
One by one
Like when we drew in school
The sun amid mountains.

Butter slicing across skies
Sun's rays like we sketched
Like a diamond ring in the sky
Lighting, blinding us

We shy away from the sun
The mountains stay put.

It was just us and
The peaks powdered with snow
meadows stretched below us
Silence around, bas
Goats, baaing sheep
Tortured horses
Locked eyes with the peaks
Golden streaks.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009


Soi 46 in Defence Colony is only 6 months old. Soi means Lane, and 46 is the shop number. The food is excellent- we had thai green curry, flat noodles and stir fry. It has a lounge bar ambience with giant cusions and comfy sofas. We junked on the plasma TV. We arrived just in time for last orders, so we had the tiny place to ourselves:) The prices are reasonable. The bamboo on the ceiling outside the entrance is a nice touch. I think it's going to become my fave.