Marginalia
Writing, Rambling
A Letter
Tomorrow she starts college. My little girl has grown up so fast, I can’t believe it. Was it 17 years ago that my parents told me, I was going to have a tiny playmate soon? When I first saw her, she looked like a porcelain doll. So white and fair in my sunburned, coffee colored [...]
7 1/2 Things you probably don’t know about me for sure..
1. I don’t get a daily newspaper. I’m sadly out of touch with the real world except for my hour at the gym where I watch the “Alert” headlines on a 24X7 News channel. And we all know how perfectly useless those are. 2. I don’t get sleazy jokes in Hindi. I usually just nod [...]
Begnadigen Sie mein Deutsche
It was a Tuesday, I distinctly remember. All the strange things in life usually happen on Tuesdays don’t they? On this particular Tuesday, I was idly flipping through a course catalog trying to pick courses for this term. Have you noticed how things sound a lot more profound in a foreign language? Well, I have. [...]
This is not the First Random post (or the Last)
The good is rightly thought to be that at which all things aim. That was Aristotle by the way, not me. But if I asked you what you were aiming at, what would you say? Happiness? Identity? What defines happiness? What defines you? Or are they answers to the same question? All of the above, [...]
Do you know where the scissors are?
Packing is an exercise in optimism which eventually, ends in futility. You never really pack. You get boxes and tape and make lists and start to pack. And then you start to pray. Eventually, you get a big plastic bag for all the little stuff that couldn’t be categorized and you can’t bring yourself to [...]
