thoughts

There is a lovely passage in this book On Beauty. Not so much lovely in language but in content. Kiki talks about women and their bodies. How most women grow up loathing their bodies, wanting something else all the time, everytime. It’s a wicked world. I like the book. Its funny-ish, has depth. I like it

And today we had the quiz.

I miss being well-informed. I don’t like staring at the ceiling when the quiz is going on. And I hate having to go through proxies to reach blogs. I miss regular browsing, discovering new websites, reading online for hours and the regular stuff.

I love to crib. And I love the time between five and six outside on the terrace at Mylapore. Its little things like that that make life worthwhile.

So clichéd.

wordpress acting up

whee!

my blog is so pretty. Maybe I wont disown it. teheheh

the buck rolls from here

I am wasting time again. I should have finished my research by now and begun with the lead. I have two more articles to go, but all I can think of right now is to write a blog. Another blog, among the many others that are lying unclaimed in the blogworld; I dont even remember the urls. This too may end up like that; maybe I should just tell some people about this blog. Then compile all those random pieces and make another blog.
My head is blank right now. blnak. Bnalk , with those beeps peaking now and then, like that heart machine. That explains the url. I wanted about:blank. or blank. or blanked out. But all I get is blanks. So many people with blank heads, I suppose.
I ahve a presentation next week on sex-ratio in Punjab. I sent a link to a friend and her first reaction was, ‘ Oh my God, this still happens?’. Yeh, I could live my whole life, my great granddaughter can live her entire life, we would still be discussing saving little babies from murder at the end of it.

I am still perplexed about my disertation topic. I could do on women’s movement, naxalite movement, or something on economics. I think I like economics, just like I think I like Bbay, just like I think I am a feminist. I think, I may not be.

I think I am learning.

Sihg, so much hardwork for an itsy-bitsy post.

baa.

Hello world!

go away.