Random Ramblings
Now moved to wordpress! Move to Swatantra Software - more power to you!Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I've moved my blog to http://shikhabhattacharji.wordpress.com/
Sunday, January 27, 2008
More links. www.justchangeindia.com/news.asp Been using ubuntu and kompozer - but sadly there seem to be some compatibility issues with IE. I say everyone should just switch to mozilla firefox. NOW!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I have a sore throat and have been croaking brokenly all morning. Finally, I've given up. Stopped trying. Stopped talking. Of course, Dilip's enjoying his sunday afternoon nap and my phone is switched off. So apart from the laptop, there isnt really anyone to talk to.... Still, I have my hour of silence.
I've always wondered how Gandhi managed to stop talking for one WHOLE day every week. I didnt try that once...but didnt get past one hour. This time though, the silence is involuntary.
However, my hour of silence is only silence on MY part. Around me, things go on as usual. The faint sound of traffic on the main road, the occasional autorickshaw zooming past our house, the watertank next door which is forever overflowing and dripping water onto the banana trees below (incidently, the banana trees, (or are they banana plants?) have a huge bees nest on them. Never seen one like that before, with a lovely concentric circular kind of pattern). The wind is noisy too, and rushes at you as if its trying to push you back into the house. I fight my way to the varanda and listen to more sounds. Clothes flapping on the line, the kids from Kottarvayal, a village just down the road, and the sudden burst of crackers in celebration of the poojas.
I make my way to the kitchen to find something to sooth my aching throat. More sounds there. The gas stove, the water bubbling and boiling, the rasping knife as I peel some ginger. Armed with hot ginger and honey, I smile as I listen to Dilip's deep breathing that is interrupted by the sudden contented snore.
It's not so bad this time. My world seems to be making enough noise to cover up for my involuntary silence.
(Throat, I hope your not listening to this though - because still I want you back!!)
I've always wondered how Gandhi managed to stop talking for one WHOLE day every week. I didnt try that once...but didnt get past one hour. This time though, the silence is involuntary.
However, my hour of silence is only silence on MY part. Around me, things go on as usual. The faint sound of traffic on the main road, the occasional autorickshaw zooming past our house, the watertank next door which is forever overflowing and dripping water onto the banana trees below (incidently, the banana trees, (or are they banana plants?) have a huge bees nest on them. Never seen one like that before, with a lovely concentric circular kind of pattern). The wind is noisy too, and rushes at you as if its trying to push you back into the house. I fight my way to the varanda and listen to more sounds. Clothes flapping on the line, the kids from Kottarvayal, a village just down the road, and the sudden burst of crackers in celebration of the poojas.
I make my way to the kitchen to find something to sooth my aching throat. More sounds there. The gas stove, the water bubbling and boiling, the rasping knife as I peel some ginger. Armed with hot ginger and honey, I smile as I listen to Dilip's deep breathing that is interrupted by the sudden contented snore.
It's not so bad this time. My world seems to be making enough noise to cover up for my involuntary silence.
(Throat, I hope your not listening to this though - because still I want you back!!)
Monday, March 05, 2007
Saturday, October 14, 2006
since i havent said anything about Gudalur where i live now, or accord/just change india/ stan & mari/ my work etc...here's a little bit more
www.adivasi.net/amsnews.asp
www.adivasi.net/amsnews.asp
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Do you know that
if EVERY indian buys atleast ONE hand-woven item of clothing in a year that would create enough demand for all the handloom weavers in the country.
So the next time you go shopping, THINK!
Happy Independence Day
if EVERY indian buys atleast ONE hand-woven item of clothing in a year that would create enough demand for all the handloom weavers in the country.
So the next time you go shopping, THINK!
Happy Independence Day
Thursday, June 15, 2006
TRIPTI'S WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!
More about this beautiful day soon.
or perhaps check out tarun's blog
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