my menagerie

this has been my week of weeks...admittedly, adopting animals on my blog gives me less than a vicarious thrill, but thrills all the same! i've had so much going on in my life, but i wonder how much of it i can post...and all of a sudden, there's a whole host of books i wish to read, at once!
catching up with old friends is always interesting...and re-discovering friendships even more so!

adopt your own virtual pet!

random snippets of my desultory days.

the other day i was having pizza with Isheeta., who named it a post-colonial pizza. some alliteration, hunh?
have been accompanying my mum to the bazaar...and the weather, well, let's just say it hasn't been gorgeous.
been reading many books...i think i should get back to revising my italian.
i want to visit mexico. we have great people to stay with. but the airfares are too steep.
everything has become ridiculously expensive, owing to the much talked about phenomenon of inflation---i've been rather appalled, to say the least.
i have a busy weekend ahead.
i haven't written a poem in days.
i think last semester's academic work has really had quite a profound influence over moi...lines by emily dickinson, mary coleridge and even aime cesaire keep drifitn about in my mind! no one's complaining though.
i shall resume swimming in a day or two.
i want to read the murder of roger ackroyd. oh, and i FINALLY read the murder on the orient express, and i've figured out why it is such a big deal.
what else? lots more, actually, but am feeling really indolent.

innocuous questions, with no real answers.

what is beauty? can we ever break free of its pre-defined, restricting defintions?
can beauty and brains be reconciled?...believe or not, most people think they are mutually exclusive. this is a tried and tested qs.

is there really only ONE person who is meant to be your soul-mate? what if you don't find him/her in time, which, according to thomas hardy, happens more often than not.
why are there so many break-ups, i ask, aware of sounding naive.

if every thing is dependent on money, why can't MINTS work over-time, along with the people who slog it out in the rat -race.

i have lots more to write, but am running short of time, so more later.

i'm going through a strongly feminist phase. or am i? maybe i'm just refusing to take for granted those very things which a patriarchal society has so effortlessly ingrained within it. i have also begun to feel very strongly for the post-colonial cause. lol . ;-P

the past month...chronicles of the april that was...

i shall begin with an honest declaration! owing to my myriad exams, i have had very little time to spare for blogging. i had to crouch over sheafs of sheets and reams of notes all of last month, trying to figure out a semester's worth of work. i've finally been released from the fetters of examinations, and am freeeeee to ponder! i'm upset! i was meant to visit a very favourite uncle of mine this year. in new jersey. but i've been careless, and not having booked tickets on time, to my horror, airline prices have sky -rocketed over the last three months, leaving me unable to visit this year. wail. oh well. but i'm still hoping for some sort of get-away, i'm feeling rather stultified in this city...and the hideous weather is doing nothing to help. but one consolation is that....it is that time of the year, when my dear ol' school pals are down on vacation....and i spend lotsa time with 'em///not every one's here this time round, though...some of them have just begun to get jobs...wow...big shots and all...lol....but i'm having fun with those of us who are here....we watched il postino today...great, great film...though it was prix's second viewing, and she got bored towards the end....and accused me of being the same...while i was engrossed...and ysrday we wnt to that dreaded place again...F----M, but we didn't geta place to sit....nothing unusual...
besides which life has been rather complicated ...as i'm beginning to realise that human beings are averse to the idea of leading simple, happy lives and love complications. erm.
ad then there's been swimming.
i bought a philip pullman - authored book yesterday.