First person narratives
The high (low) lights of the past year's travels. Namibia: Waking up with temporary amnesia in the Namib desert, Having afternoon tea with camels and some nice German ladies in Swakopmund, Begging the bartender for Savannahs in the best (and closed) Swakopmund bar at 8:30 with puppy
Crazy Stuff
In an unnamed Australian sand cay, somewhere in the Great Barrier Reef, I was having my box of singularly tasteless fries when I felt someone looking at me. I looked around, a little puzzled and then down. And there he was, looking at me with his beady eyes accusing. A
First person narratives
Just spent 5 minutes listening to this song. And realised how much I miss South Africa.
Third person narratives
A custard pie in the face A monologue in the smokey haze A jazz-fueled stupor An almost religious fervour A puppet held by its strings Who knows what tomorrow brings Because it is a vaudeville life. A custard pie in the face There is nothing as truly terrifying to a
Family
I sometimes joke about having been born under the poverty line to the non-Indians who I know will shrug off the comment with a laugh because it does sound preposterous, given that I am an articulate and snotty little Indian girl. I then go to other extreme and tell people
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STEP 1: House haunting I'd never realised how hard it was to find a house. Three years after settling down (after a fashion) in Brussels, it was time to (gulp) live alone. Atypically, for me, at least, I'd made a list of places I wanted to
Arbit
Or this must be where I grow up. In the rustling of a few calender pages, The days, swiftly, they change. I remember those halcyon days, I do, Of reversed Cs, E's and two times two. Before confusion beset my poor soul, Before I assumed this responsible role,
Third person narratives
She always fell in love with exactly the wrong kind of guy. The one that didn’t care, the one that criticised everything she did, the one who was a jerk and the one who was perpetually underemployed. This one thought that girls were a waste of time. She thought
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Inspired by this "excellent article". It's important to note that there are many people in Pakistan and there are many people in the Pakistan government, so you have to be careful about tarring everyone either in the country or the government...
Arbit
I was talking to my 12 year old American cousin about the whole war on terror thing, when she looked at her mother and asked, "How did 9/11 lead to a war in Iraq?" There's a whole generation out there that does not understand the
First person narratives
Game-spotting at the Kruger Finding a leopard was problematic. We (my South African team-mate extraordinaire and I) had tried almost everything - an early morning safari, an evening safari, a self-drive on trails where the cats were spotted. This was our second last chance - a full day safari with
First person narratives
I have been blogging since 2004 - when Blogger ruled the roost. And over time, I kept many blog addresses, switched names and hosts. From Mumble Jumble, Brain Freeze, Brain Freeze Too, Global Loony Hatch (don't ask - immense fun though) in undergrad to The Consulting Chronicles and