Chiffonesque

I think a big part of packing for a trip is downloading books that I can read on the flight. Although I have stayed awake all night to finish an assignment so I think I'll just sleep through the journey. But it doesn't hurt to have some books on hand. So here's what I got: 1.Slaves of New York by Tama Janowirtz 2. The Center of Everything by Laura Moriarty 3. The Sleepwalker's Guide to Dancing by Mira Jacob 4. Mysteries by Knut Hamsun 5. The Perfect Order of Things by David Gilmour 6. Hollywood by Charles Bukowski aaaand  we're done for now!

I am packing for a fun trip now. Just really looking forward to this trip, catching up with friends, and all that good stuff. Spent a day at home today. Mom, sister-in-law and I went to Worli seaface. It was gorgeous! I love the crowded celebration that the monsoon brings. It is so juicy - those hours spent outside watching people get wet and be happy. I love watching those aunties in bright, colorful saris and slippers, boys wearing neon vests and playing footbacll barefeet, and people just sitting on benches looking happy and eating berries! I love this city so!

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/where-does-colossal-arrogance-come-from-mukta-raut?published=t A musing on time

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Udta Punjab seems to have 89 disclaimers, one for each cut that was allowed to remain in the film. (The disclaimer in the beginning says something really funny and ambivalent like 'We're not saying Punjab is the only place with drug problem...it is the highway to the drugs reaching Maharashtra, Goa, and other places.') Kareena's character is...umm...somehow very Talaash-like. She's taking the story forward but one doesn't know where she's come from...what's her reason...And every film from the Kashyap stable, I suppose, has to pay some kind of homage to Tarantino or whoever they watch - with violence set to music and blood-soaked concrete and the humdrum human nature in which everyone turns base and corrupt within 15 seconds of meeting one another. The film has some very good actors acting very, very well. (Alia Bhatt is pure soul. And I really liked that Inspector.) But...overall, I found it strictly okay. (The guy next to me snored after the first

I want to learn to be kind. That is all.

I see pictures of so much love on Facebook. And it's just lush living when you get to like and share all that.

A long, long, time goa... in that anagram, a strange, strange longing.

Two men find themselves, at the age of twenty, on a ranch. They are alone and herd sheep and long hours of being adrift together. One washes tin cans while the other gazes at skies turning purple with clouds that will bring rain. Their days are slow, yet meaningful. One night the two men get close. The description of their intimacy is very raw, very matter-of-fact. Also raw is the time they spend apart. Also matter-of-fact is the way these two people cope with the typical turmoil the heart brings. One logically explains that he isn't strong or lucky enough to buck society. The other, in great anguish, pleads for something more. ("I can't quit you.", he says.) There is a lifetime apart where they can't do much. Then one dies. The other comes back to take his ashes to Brokeback Mountain where they had first met. He doesn't get the ashes from the family. Instead, he finds two shirts that his friend wore as one piece(one on top of the other) throughout his li