Three Sisters

Last week, our Japanese friend, Yuka, gave us three goldfish to keep. I am not a fish lover, and don’t know much about goldfish, but I care for life and developed a fondness for the new inmates. I call them Three Sisters and have given them individual names: Lucie, Marie and Sarah. Shelle dutifully went to the web and researched on the behaviour and eating habits of the goldfish and is now religiously looking after them. She did, however, ask me: “How do you know they are female?” I dunno but I think they are. I only hope they are happy in our home in a little fishbowl, though that’s no way to keep them and we plan to give them away to someone who has a big fish tank. Any takers?

Farewell Lunch

Wrote this poem for T yesterday. Check it out here. Your comments as ever are welcome.

LSR & T

Went to LSR in the morning to judge the Murlidhar Debate on the invitation of Deakin University. My friend, Ravneet, their elegant Country Director had invited me and it was fun to be at LSR. The place is replete with talent, though I must confess I was a trifle disappointed with the DU debating standard this time. Admittedly, the topic was dense (Migration of skilled labour to the West) but could have been dealt with more thoroughly.
T came to meet me at the debate and I was so pleased to see her. After the debate, I missed the lunch at LSR and took T out to a ‘farewell lunch’ at Ego Thai. (I must say I was impressed with the décor and the food was delectable. Worth a second visit, for sure). T and I talked about cyber feminism, the origin of Internet and life at Cambridge and life after it. She is a mind-person and it is gratifying to connect with her. Am glad for her (bagging the Commonwealth Trust scholarship, that is) and I am sure she is bound to go places.
Take care…

Pet Mania // Dina

It seems my household is in the throes of a pet mania. After Soven, it's Shelle's turn to adopt a virtual pet. You can pow-wow with Jumbo here.
Now, some serious stuff. Meet one of the most enterprising bloggers from this part of the world, Dina Mehta. Dina is a part of a team that set up Katrina Help, which is a great example of how the Internet, the greatest of all media (imho...:-)), can be used to connect people in adversity. Dina, God bless!

T and Hazelle

Talked with T yesterday after a long time. Guess what? She is going to the Trinity College at Cambridge next week to pursue higher studies in political science. I am so happy for her and I knew that she will make it. T, do write to me from the scenic banks of the tiny river Cam.
Meanwhile, do welcome the latest addition to my family. Soven has adopted a virtual pet, Hazelle. You can play with her here. Cheers...

Disertion

What do you do when you think that the words are not at your disposal, that they have gone into hibernation deep into some unlit recess in your subconscious and you just can’t find a way to them, that you hear them say “enough is enough, do something meaningful and don’t freakin’ write for the sake of writing”? On the surface, things look calm, dig deep and you will see lots of commotion.
I need to do something more fruitful with my spare time (read: weekends), rather than just surf the web, read the news, respond to emails and take in inanities being spouted on the idiot box. Gotta take charge and do something of consequence. Muse, will you come back to me, please? Ah, and gotta brace myself for Shalimar too. Am preparing to begin the literary journey. Tonight? Maybe…

Poppin' to say Hi

Folks...
I am increasingly getting busy at work. Just thought I should say a quick Hi to all you wonderful people out there. Things are falling into place and I have a feeling that I may be able to make a difference at work. Poetry, that graceful lady, for the time being, has taken a backseat, but I must get back to her soon. Meanwhile, can't wait to get my hands on Shalimar the Clown. Rushdie's back and that's a great blessing.
Take care and be happy...