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There could've been a time....

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

... When I would only wear a paavadai-dhavani,Oil my hair everyday and wear flowers,Draw the kolam in the corridor andbe the lady my mother is proud of...Spend 10 paise for the bus ticketand go to college, and be one of the five girls doing their B.Scin a class of 50!Go to the beach in the lunch break,have ice creams for Rs 3,Drool over Amitabh or Gregory Peck, copy Jaya's hairstyle?Walk home to save the 10 paiseand listen to music in the turn-tablePay Re 1 and talk on the phone for hoursListen ...

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Where’s the world heading?

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

Seriously. Deaths everywhere, most in man’s hands, as if plane crashes, earthquakes, tsunamis and floods weren’t enough. What the hell is happening to the world, to the cruel we who inhabit it?Two weeks back, a series of blasts I needn’t talk about. Attacks on Lebanon. Regular blasts in Iraq. An unresolved Palestine issue on which hundreds die every week, at least. Damn, I’m irritated. And what am I doing other than just feel irritated and further still, talk about it in the blog? I’m scared I’ll ...

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Idhu semma bore, macchi!!

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

It's amazing how one month flies by even if you're utterly bored, jobless, and desperate to get out. One month since my vacation began, and I have done nothing significant. If you'd discount knowing words like cat, dog and horse in Gujarati, shading with colour pencils, eating off roadside stalls, of course.Worst part is I've landed with a cold, which has even cancelled my everyday little ice cream parties.And good Lord, I heavily miss Radio Mirchi. The Radio Mirchi here is obviously entirely in ...

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A story in pictures

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

So the girl stuck in Gujju land finally got to move around with dear ol' mum.First stop: Kankaria lake.Pedal boating after a very long time.Then, stopped by this mosque (whose name, err.. doesn't really register!) which was built by a possessive king who later ordered the hand of the builder to be chopped off! The designs on the windows are extremely intricate, and of course, beautiful.And ...

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My little angel, my little imp

posted on , by Vani Viswanathan

Smriti was fussing. She wouldn’t eat. I ran behind her, finding it difficult to keep pace with those cherubic little legs as she ran from one room to another, trying to avoid me, to avoid eating.I knew what she wanted – all the running around she was doing was for exactly one end – the terrace. ‘Smriti…’ I called out, and she stopped, knowing what I was about to say. She turned and grinned at me. I grinned back. ‘The terrace!!!’ we cried in unison. The little girl insisted on taking the stairs, ...

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