Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Mid-Week Reads

Surprise! People who don't want children are happy too! And that Jessica Copeland echoes how I feel about my family.

I like to keep these round-ups about motivational or fun stuff, but I really liked this description of the duties of a hotel housekeeper.

If you haven't read enough about the Jan Lokpal Bill already, here are more details.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

My Return to Personal Blogging

I thought I was done blogging about my personal life. You don't want to know what I did last weekend, right? Not unless it was something shockingly embarrassing: and in that case, I don't want you to know because you might be a colleague or an acquaintance and do I want all of them (you? I'm getting mixed up now) knowing so much about me?

Then I read G's post on our party and I started writing a long comment and then I thought, if she can blog about my party, so can I!

First, thanks for all the lovely things you say, G.

And that infographic's pretty cool too. It took me some time to understand what it meant though, so if you're
(you=the reader now, keep up!) similarly visually challenged, I think what she meant was the number of people she could relate to increased a great deal after she came to our party.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Susan Outwits the Experts

Here's something I wrote back in school. Click on each image below to enlarge and read it.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

The Blue Dress

It was Partho's birthday, and he offered to take us all out to a nightclub. We were all thrilled: that kind of entertainment wasn't exactly regular with us. Abha and I had been roommates and friends for over six months, and we'd never done that before.

I carefully picked out what to wear: my denim skirt and a black strappy top. I applied kajal more carefully than usual, and added a dab of lip gloss. Abha called, "Come on, the guys are here."

As I stepped out of my room, I saw Abha and stared. She wore a blue dress: a beautiful turquoise blue, but that wasn't what took my breath away. The dress was short: quite a few inches shorter than my knee-length denim skirt. (And Abha's taller than me.) But even that wasn't what I stared at.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Summer Heat

The heat is like a third person in the room
Making us shift uncomfortably in our chairs
We can’t have a private conversation
Just you and me.