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Saroja and her saaman: Identity change
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, February 18, 2007. Hello, and peace. Several U-turns later, a new leaf has been turned. There is a God. And I'm getting there. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Image of the Week. Tuxedo, my love. The Autorickshawman that cried God!
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Saroja and her saaman: August 2009
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, August 09, 2009. The prof. is back! Ladies, gents and the odd spectactor: I have decided to put my entire past back on this blog, for your perusal, and perhaps also for my own. I have somehow reached a place where I can revisit the former selves I inhabited and actually enjoy the trajectory of the I. Links to this post.
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Saroja and her saaman: October 2007
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Monday, October 08, 2007. Mysore and Pondicherry, circa 2007. You arrive, embalmed. Ready to be taken apart. By the sequential reels. Running rapidly in the back. I bought a blue set. To paint my face on your time. And ran into the weave. Our rhythms never matched. Yoked by arcane magnets. Proceeded to cut into raw flesh.
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Saroja and her saaman: February 2007
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, February 18, 2007. The Autorickshawman that cried 'God! I am only human. Giggle. Old man in extremely white cap and lady in pink burqa holding hands and crossing road. Unseen faces of children in an auto; little girl in blue uniform making herself comfortable on a little boy's lap, his hand protectively closing aro...I bli...
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Saroja and her saaman: Forgotten sunsets
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, August 19, 2007. Carved upon your lined face. In fragile haphazard strokes. Is a folly now regretted. Hot pride now flustered. Cold veins thwarted by feeling. There is nothing to do except bless. Age is redemption, experience calloused. The time was different then. When the eye could see and stop. That drew you in.
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Saroja and her saaman: Untitled
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, August 19, 2007. Every grey stone fighting to tell its tale. Of a king long forgotten. Name etched in the English alphabet in some faraway town. On some nondescript road. Where the flies hover near dyed fried treats. While little boys in cotton shorts. And girls in red ribbons and yellow bangles. View my complete profile.
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Saroja and her saaman: December 2009
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Wednesday, December 23, 2009. I'm using this post as a think-through, and not to arrive at any conclusions, so it's going to be problematic to think of this as anything but a sort of purging or catharsis. I do with this person? How much do I moor myself in an emic attachment? How much is the problem of falling in love a problem.
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Saroja and her saaman: December 2006
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, December 10, 2006. The Case of the Missing Murukkus. You can run but you can't hide,. Don't you know you're goin' straight to my backside? Links to this post. Saturday, December 09, 2006. Zehn mein hai ki. Hum khush hain to kya hua,. Har mulaqaat ka anjaam judaai kyun hai? Ab to har vaqt yehi baat sataati hai humein.
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Saroja and her saaman: Accented
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Saroja and her saaman. Saroja is a poet who writes in English, thinks in Tamil and Hindi and loves her vadais and exaggerated facial expressions a la Saroja Devi, her namesake. Sunday, August 19, 2007. I must stop where your line begins. Fermented snack after another,. Each golden ray breathing fine warmth. Upon rivers of murk lurking in the wayside. Upon supine forms lost in calculated daydreaming. There was no remorse, no looking back. At a gaudy wayside sign reading ' diffin redy'. Image of the Week.
