..somewhere in between
thoughts of changing the world
and poetry
Pajamas: discarded fairly early (but i got up really late - somewhere early noon), blue and white. :)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I could be...
...charging my mobile phone, which makes complaints like an underfed pet.
...watching two youtubes, one finished loading, one still loading.
...working on my unfinished, sometimes unstarted, novel.
...writing poetry.
...writing postcards to friends as I had imagined (the imaginary postcards, not the friends).
...taking a shower, being in daytime clothes, appropriate for the present hour of 3:33pm.
...but then I would not be a Pajama Girl. And you know what, that is such unmissable bliss - why give that away? :)
So, speaking of pajama habits, which will be recorded henceforth.
Presently: blue pajamas, with dark-grey anorak to keep off the cold filtering in through my balcony. Said balcony brings in air from the Nile, of which I do have a not-too-bad view, albeit blocked by a few piles of concrete. (Although one must remember, one lives in said pile of concrete, too).
Time till which was in Pajama-uniform: 3:36 plus.
Yesterday I went to a poorly-attended desi concert at the Gomhorriya theatre, featuring some really commendable performances by Indian artistes. It felt so good to go up to countrymen after and talk to them. They were all very cordial, too. I would love to culturally liaise with India. It's a very tempting thought, that might almost convince me to stay. It would be like having one foot in each of the worlds I love best: Egypt and India.
For long now, I've been waxing nostalgic and pathetic about moving back to India - coming up with the hackneyed, "but the pani puri of India," and "but the Diwali of India," and "but the movies of India," and sometimes even "but the boys of India." (look what I've come to).
So yeah, at times, it does seem like I've reached high time to leave Umm el Duniya (Egypt), and return to the MatruBhumi (India). And following on that temptation, I have applied to publishers a la HarperCollins, hoping they'll give me a second glance. :)
Reasons they should take me.
1) I am funny. I can talk like an Indian and walk like an Egyptian.
2) I know I am funny. I was and am mental - I admit.
3) That makes me funnier. If I can make fun of me, you can make fun of me. What an irresistible offer.
Plus, I like pajama-lifestyle. How no-fussy can you get? Feed me pani puri, show me Indian movie, give me a holiday on Diwali and dangle a picture of Abhishek Bacchan at me - and I'm sold. Will work. How hard is that?
But I don't think HC are reading this, and if they are.... well, they should take me! :)
Otherwise, I'll be shaking hands and taking pictures with the Indians that make it here for concerts, lectures, talks, events... and write about them.
Signing off - the phoenix rising from her bedcovers. Pajama girl signs off at late afternoon 3:45 pm. Proudly Pajamas.
love.
...watching two youtubes, one finished loading, one still loading.
...working on my unfinished, sometimes unstarted, novel.
...writing poetry.
...writing postcards to friends as I had imagined (the imaginary postcards, not the friends).
...taking a shower, being in daytime clothes, appropriate for the present hour of 3:33pm.
...but then I would not be a Pajama Girl. And you know what, that is such unmissable bliss - why give that away? :)
So, speaking of pajama habits, which will be recorded henceforth.
Presently: blue pajamas, with dark-grey anorak to keep off the cold filtering in through my balcony. Said balcony brings in air from the Nile, of which I do have a not-too-bad view, albeit blocked by a few piles of concrete. (Although one must remember, one lives in said pile of concrete, too).
Time till which was in Pajama-uniform: 3:36 plus.
Yesterday I went to a poorly-attended desi concert at the Gomhorriya theatre, featuring some really commendable performances by Indian artistes. It felt so good to go up to countrymen after and talk to them. They were all very cordial, too. I would love to culturally liaise with India. It's a very tempting thought, that might almost convince me to stay. It would be like having one foot in each of the worlds I love best: Egypt and India.
For long now, I've been waxing nostalgic and pathetic about moving back to India - coming up with the hackneyed, "but the pani puri of India," and "but the Diwali of India," and "but the movies of India," and sometimes even "but the boys of India." (look what I've come to).
So yeah, at times, it does seem like I've reached high time to leave Umm el Duniya (Egypt), and return to the MatruBhumi (India). And following on that temptation, I have applied to publishers a la HarperCollins, hoping they'll give me a second glance. :)
Reasons they should take me.
1) I am funny. I can talk like an Indian and walk like an Egyptian.
2) I know I am funny. I was and am mental - I admit.
3) That makes me funnier. If I can make fun of me, you can make fun of me. What an irresistible offer.
Plus, I like pajama-lifestyle. How no-fussy can you get? Feed me pani puri, show me Indian movie, give me a holiday on Diwali and dangle a picture of Abhishek Bacchan at me - and I'm sold. Will work. How hard is that?
But I don't think HC are reading this, and if they are.... well, they should take me! :)
Otherwise, I'll be shaking hands and taking pictures with the Indians that make it here for concerts, lectures, talks, events... and write about them.
Signing off - the phoenix rising from her bedcovers. Pajama girl signs off at late afternoon 3:45 pm. Proudly Pajamas.
love.
Monday, November 10, 2008
EGOogling
...is ego-googling, on those days that you wonder where you are situated online and try to find the threads that tie you to the world wide web. At least, many of us can make our own home here.
On one such search, I discovered www.facesaerch.com (misspell is accounted for), and found that omigawd they have stolen pictures of people online!! grrr!
Otherwise, EGOogling led to the revelation that someone else picked up article I had written for the local news. It's good to know that people as far away as Ireland are following the literary goings-on in Cairo. :)
On one such search, I discovered www.facesaerch.com (misspell is accounted for), and found that omigawd they have stolen pictures of people online!! grrr!
Otherwise, EGOogling led to the revelation that someone else picked up article I had written for the local news. It's good to know that people as far away as Ireland are following the literary goings-on in Cairo. :)
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