http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/ Lemon Grass Sun, 11 Feb 2007 11:30:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html Sun, 11 Feb 2007 05:56:11 GMT The place i live in now can be termed as a big town or a small city: the way you look at it. It is strange that as one lives in a place, over time, one starts to see the good which the place has to offer rather than crib about all things bad and gone wrong. When i first came here, i thought it was incredibly hot as in temperature-hot, even from calcutta reference point. The temple beside But this small city has given me so much - a home, a job which i am although partial about, it came to me when i was almost hitting bottom and more... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=87 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/86.html Fri, 09 Feb 2007 15:49:26 GMT Marilyn died today. I don't know when. I came back home, kept my bag in its usual place and looked towards the fishbowl. She was lying at the bottom of it, mouth open, as if she was trying to take that one last breathe. Dead and cold. I have had this apprehensive feeling again the last few days and had checked for movement in the area where the fishbowls are kept the moment i entered the room and switched on the light after coming home. Today it was quiet. I lit a cigarette and went to my favourite window, stood there and took long deep drags and vaguely registered like many times... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=86 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/85.html Fri, 02 Feb 2007 17:09:29 GMT There is a magic in his voice. It is so calm that you know he sings from his soul. The calm which his music brings takes me with him everywhere he goes. Deep wide open seas, blue skies with no one in sight for miles, sitting on the edge of the boat, legs dangling by the side. River Mohana on her way to meet the Bay of Bengal. We're taking on water Diesel and stores Laying up awhile Before I'm back on board They're patching her up To go fishing again They're welding her rudder Scrubbing her keel Scars on her belly Need... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=85 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/84.html Thu, 01 Feb 2007 15:59:43 GMT I have met so many friends through orkut and each time it is a OMG experience. Mostly long lost friends. It is great to know what they have been upto this past decade or so. Many have kids. It is a good feeling as well as 'have we really come this far?' moment. So many years...think if i lived this life again, i will live it nearly the same way (random thought) . You see i am one of those many people who just don't learn from their mistakes. ----------------------- S and i got ourselves another pair of fish. Cute little orange things whom we named Molly... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=84 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/83.html Fri, 12 Jan 2007 13:26:41 GMT As the great Ms.Kahini would say - Oh Dere!!!! The last two days - no let me correct - the last Three days have been bad with a capital B. And i suspect it has everything to do with work. Somehow since the time i have joined back after the new year hols, it does not excite me anymore. To put it briefly- lately work has been quite dissatisfying. Think i digressed there. Last two days has seen me lose my temper at the drop of a hat, mostly justified (and yes thats my version). And EVERYthing seems to be working against me, including the matchbox which is supposed to just light my fire and... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=83 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html Mon, 08 Jan 2007 18:27:25 GMT I like talking to my fishes. Usually am the first one to reach home. Immediately after walking through the door i have this habit of walking into each room, pulling the curtains of the living room, opening the windows of the bedroom, switching on the light of the study while talking usually, to Marilyn. It makes me feel like they are there to welcome me. Marilyn looks at me in such a way when i walk into the room that it makes me want to believe that she knows me from S. She is my baby and i think i will cry a lot when she dies. http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=82 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html Sun, 07 Jan 2007 05:32:43 GMT I met my kid-sister after almost two years. In between we had met very briefly. She and i - had this fun relationship where i would mostly make statements which would set her rolling with laughter. Two years later, my sis has grown up. And suddenly she is a woman. Somehow it made me sad. Sad cos am no longer part of her life and no longer do we share that special bond. It is not the years, not the miles. It was just meant to be this way. After mashi went, she grew up just in a matter of seven days. Really. Initially it broke my heart. Left it feeling heavy in a way i cannot explain. But... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=81 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html Fri, 05 Jan 2007 16:23:08 GMT And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky Human beings are meant to be an unhappy lot? Or to rephrase, never content? Question is - does one really want to reach nirvana? Really really really want? Am not sure. What from there? One ex married. Big news. Mixed thoughts. First joy and a sense of relief that the guilt no longer lies with me. There was no guilt. Or maybe there was. Another ex to bite the dust soon. What is it with exs? She looks like a very... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=80 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html Thu, 13 Apr 2006 09:20:15 GMT Disney Palace at night Walt Disney And Mickey Mouse Tinkerbell My friend Madcap asked me to shake hands with Goofy who was nowhere to be seen, celebs being difficult to spot. So, had to be satisfied with shaking hands with Mickey alone, who incidentally was spotted near one of the restrooms :) The Merry-Go-Round at night. A lone man... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=79 http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html Sun, 09 Apr 2006 22:47:42 GMT She sat there, beautiful in a conventional way - fair with a perfect complexion, exquisite eyes, a regal nose which would look equally pretty with a nose-ring, using her hands gently while she spoke, to reiterate what she was trying to convey, her hair loose and wet from the morning ablutions, wearing a faded kurta. She had lost weight since the last time we met and looked a little frail which just enhanced her beauty. She did not wear the telltale vermillon in the parting of her hair or the traditional red and white bangles (which all god-fearing bengali married women wear) which she... (more) http://lemongrass.blogdrive.com/comments?id=78