Here I am again, after yet another extended absence. I survived being in a musical. I went home and read Bernice Bobs her Hair, and reveled in the knowledge that out of the 20 or so people in this musical about high jinx in the 20s, I was the only one with a bob. Raise your skirts and bob your hair. I doubt I will do it again. Although, Jules, tapdancing next term is ON. Will I break the washing machine? Will I step on the cat? In other .

look at this awesome video. Vaguely menacing machine of horror? Check Something that passes for graphics, sort of? Cheeeeeeeck.

in the way other people are mountain-people or tunafish junkies. something about dreary concrete blocks and grumpy people totally gets my juices flowing. Enjoy! Monday, January 05, 2009.

Sunday, September 23, 2012. Tick if you like it. Wednesday, August 1, 2012. As inspired by Octavio Paz. Or at least the translations of his writings into English. Tick if you like it. Saturday, February 11, 2012. I began rummaging through old sock drawers, school mementos and other things of my childhood that would hopefully link up to the idea that I want to work in development, or at the very least give me inspiration to write about something. Dear Ma and Pa,.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws, Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. Monday, April 5, 2010. Wednesday, March 31, 2010. No one ever talks about journalism colleges. And so I spend my days doing the most un-Barkha Dutt like things. She holds up her assignment sheet, covered in red pen marks.

We simply vanish in anger and disintegrate from within. The leaves from the tree plummet. Monday, July 15, 2013. People are never like what you read about in books. Even though you are the main character of your life, no one is watching you move across the room. No one out of all those that you know will be able to define the way your clothes look on you. Or the fact that you wear the best of them with resigned disdain. Tuesday, March 05, 2013.