cave people

Me: i think we did a mistake by coming out of the caves, we shld have stayed there
K: right on
Me: caves are dark and u can hide and pretend u cant hear them
K: trees is more like it, per DNA
Me: and when u want to come out u can
K: if u time it well, u can scare the hell out of "them"
Me: they dont make trees like them anymore caves are still cavish
K: yes...no caves either...did u notice? those were the days...sigh!
me: dumb bastards. Even tunnels would work in a backaching kinda way
K: i'm thinking burrowing, if u cant make caves or tunnels...just dig under.
Me: my nails are weak, they will chip and be painful
Krishna: hey, i have spoons

how's it going to be

It’s been a long day, like all the days before this. Tonight, I will have nightmares again, as I have had all these nights away from you.
It’s been a long day and I am tired to the bone. Dealt with perverts and bitches. And also with my parents.
It’s been a long day and as usual you aren’t here to help me into bed, to tuck me into bed, to hold me till we both drift asleep, letting go of each other only when we aren’t awake.

constantimusical

John Mayer and Simple Red. Dave Mattews Band, The Wallflowers and Bruce Springsteen. Billy Joel and Sheryl Crowe. Sade and Paula Cole. My Ipod and I. Damn, am having a great time.

At the risk of sounding like an existentialist, why are we here?
Why are we even going about the same old things -- looking for a job, a man to love, a few moments away from everything and then suddenly, this realisation creeps in -- we still don't know why we are here.

walking gingerly

She streaks across the grey landscape, clutching her prize close to her chest. She risks a look at her pursuers and grimly swerves to the left. The blind monsters from hell run on unaware that she is out of their reach. She stops running only when the sun begins to rise. The little brown paper wrapped package glows with promise. She sits down to write


We turn the page to peruse a new chapter, in the daily chronicles of the continuing adventures of Ahalya Naidu super editor and grandmistress fiction writer.

Or something like that

The Golden Compass

It took me a movie realise how good books written by a few children's authors really are.
Mind you, I have yet to read Philp Pullman, but the thing about him and Terry and Diana Wynne Jones and Aidan Chambers and their kind is that they know children are far from childish.
And that's very important.
See, they dont write as if they are writing for adults, but whatever they do write can be read by adults as well.
Consider this, rebelling against authoritarians is not the same as rebelling against authority.
Making friends and being loyal, empathising with animals, helping the underdog and defying bullies.
And they are waiting to include these books in school libraries because?