Thursday, November 22, 2012

Good Genes

I don't want to brag but some of the older men in my family are beginning to resemble the cast of a Wes Anderson movie.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Message To Boys Who Are Afraid

See? You don't need to be afraid of loving a smart, independent and liberated woman, who has your back.
If you play your cards right, things might turn out really, really well.
Barack & Michelle Sitting On A Tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
(This photograph appeared on the front page of this morning's Hindustan Times. What a visual for us Indians to wake up to. What a visual to announce Obama's re-election as one of the world's most powerful men.)

Sunday, November 4, 2012


In The Dewarists' Episode 2, Rapper Akala recounts: 

"1997, I was 13 and an album called 'Wu-Tang Forever' came out and this album is definitely the reason why I write rap lyrics today. Here were these guys from the Park Hill projects in Staten Island, one of the worst neighbourhoods in New York. Many of them had been shot, many of them had been to prison, many of them had been through all the typical 'rap things' but they didn't seem to feel the need to sell themselves off of that. They were coming, using words like 'benevolent' or saying things like 'Behold the bold soldier/ control the globe slowly' know, just poetry. More than any other rap group, Wu Tang made it sexy to be intelligent. They were from the ghetto but they had an entitlement to knowledge and to me that was just revolutionary."


* "There are only two mantras... yum and yuk. Mine is yum." 
~ 'Still Life with Woodpecker' by Tom Robbins

Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Miracle of Life

I struggle constantly with finding reasons strong enough to have children (besides 'just').

I think I may be getting a clue.

This kid is growing up. Now he walks in straight lines without bumping into stuff or keeling over for no good reason. His mother has brought him up to be a very charming young boy, who knows not to run into oncoming traffic.

Ah, but the miracle of life. Not only can he talk now, he can listen.

"Baby, Mausi ke liye chai lao na please."

And off Baby goes.

Tears of joy & bittersweet quiver of jaw.


Carl & I? Sameguy.