Author Archive for Accidental Fame Junkie
A literary director
I am not sure what I get when I come away from watching Wong Kar-Wai’s films but I know it’s something unnameable, unspeakable, something that cannot be caught with words. Some critic calls his works “mood pieces”. He stretches a mood to the point that it might almost snap and then moves on to create the [...]
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Tags: director, film
I read poetry
…to feel a beautiful calm inside me. It’s to do with finding spaces to breathe in this sad-crazy world.
Filed under: Poetry, Self, Thoughts | 2 Comments
Tags: Poetry, whimsy
A writerly poem
On the Scribe
As I write, I write myself. I am the one who has spent endless hours with the night ink, committing men’s memories to paper each day. I have written on the desert and every period is a grain of the same. Letters on the sea have been liquid and every word is anguish [...]
Filed under: Poetry, Prose poem | 2 Comments
Tags: poem, Poetry
Knots in the throat
Sometimes, I develop a knot at the base of the throat. It’s like the throat is tied up or like my throat is closing in on me. It starts with a a light twist and progresses into a full-fledged traffic jam that doesn’t let even air get through. Most of the time, I try to [...]
Filed under: Feelings, Ideas, Self, Thoughts | 2 Comments
Tags: being, feeling, Ideas, observation, perception
Somewhere else
Do you feel like you are living a different life? Different from the one intended for you, that is. Like you have gotten off the wrong station on the way to your destination proper and couldn’t find your way back. So, you stayed. And in time participated in the activities of the place—the many decisions, [...]
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Tags: whimsy
Even though I had previously devoured Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood and Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return, I was pleasantly surprised by Chicken with Plums. I am yet to read Embroideries, her other masterpiece. Satrapi uses the same formula that has worked so well in the past—using black and white drawings, milking her [...]
Filed under: Books, Comics, Graphic Novel | 8 Comments
Tags: Books, Graphic Novel, Iran
Remembrance of things past
The first school I attended had two boards with very valuable sayings on them displayed right at the entrance. They were placed strategically on each side of the main stairs through which one entered the school building. On the one on the left was written “Cleanliness is next to Godliness”. The other was on punctuality; [...]
Filed under: Life, Nostalgia, Self | 8 Comments
Tags: childhood, Nostalgia, school
City central
I live in Chennai, which to many people is probably the edge of nowhere. Called Madras in its former life, it lies on the South Eastern coast of India facing the Bay of Bengal with a few beaches where no one can swim. That doesn’t stop people from trying and drowning. It was briefly in the news for [...]
Filed under: Chennai, Madras | 3 Comments
Tags: Chennai, city
Out of reach
Not to find the right words may ironically be proof that the right words are meant.
-Alain de Botton
Oftentimes in the middle of a conversation, I pause. I am searching for the perfect adjective. There is a perfect word for all occasions; all that I want to say. Sometimes though if the pause is long enough, [...]
Filed under: Ideas, Thoughts | 8 Comments
Tags: language, thought, whimsy, words
