Some more writing

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Well, this is the second time today that I'm at the computer tip-tapping away. Again, for a second time, about nothing in particular.

Let's see..is there anything earth-shattering that has happened in the last twelve hours or so? Well, nothing. I wonder why the phrase is 'earth-shattering'? If the earth shatters, you are not really in a position to type something out at a computer. If on the other hand, we call it 'sea-rolling' or 'cloud splitting', it's a rather handy way to describe the momentousness of an event and it is perfectly reasonable to suppose that one could have blogged when the sea was rolling or the cloud was splitting. But if you tell someone that I blogged about this or that while the earth shattered, they would probably ask you, "What?! Blogger wasn't down?"

I would like to have Chinese in a nice place. One of my favorite places for Chinese food is the Golden Orchid in Bandra. I love the food there, especially a brown pot rice thingie they make, with bamboo shoots, seasoned okra, and juicy oyster mushrooms. I love mushrooms.

I was really unwell today. My stomach was aching so badly and my intestinal lining seemed to be really tender. I grabbed the first book I could lay my hands on - which is not very difficult because I have close to 500 books in my room alone. Someday I should catalog my books, I think. In any case, I've started reading 'Shame' by Salman Rushdie. I've sort of drifted on and off to sleep whilst reading the book so I have only finished 16 pages so far. But from what I've read, it's guttural and rivetting.

I would like to go to the Mango sale tomorrow if I can. Why does a store overprice its garments so much and then put it on sale and stuff. I like Mango clothes, though. Very chic. But not sure if I will be able to afford something from Mango, even though clothes may be on sale. But I think I will go to FabIndia and try and get something chic for my cousin who's getting engaged day after. I have been so lost that I've not even congratulated him yet. He's a nice kid. I'm sure they'll be happy.

My mother makes a really tasty pudding with tapioca, coconut milk, and jaggery. It's a Malaysian dessert of some sort, I think. I ate a little bit today. I don't know why, but I seem to be eating more sweets this month. I must be careful. Don't want to lnd up with diabetes now.

Okay, I think I have done enough of this compulsive typie chit-chat. Feeling lazy now. Back to Sir Rushdie.

Comments

Anonymous said…
earth shattering would come from ground breaking; ground being the metaphor for fundamental. Anything that is ground breaking would change the very fundamentals of the subject.
9:32 AM
Mukta Raut said…
earth is more fundamental than water or air?
10:23 AM
Anonymous said…
In context of the explanation i gave above, yes.

And looking back at your post, I am sure I am spending more time analysing it than you spent writing it.

philosophically, you can dream up words like fundamental and they dont mean a thing. if words mean anything it is only in "context", "with respect to."
11:04 AM
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