> My all time favourite text message on my phone right now is the one Priya sent me. We were talking about wierd Hindi words, and how no one could possibly be speaking pure non-slang type Hindi all the time without giggling and then I had forgotten about this conversation till two days later I got a message going: "By the way the hindi for sex is yawn sambandh...focus on the sound not the spelling... :-)" I love friends who remember messages in context. This made me giggle for many minutes. My favourite text message exchange on the other hand, happened yesterday when Ananya smsed going, "who is hans raj?!?" "A punjabi singer" I messaged back, a little startled. "Are you dating him???" was the next one and I cracked up for so long, I swear my colleagues thought I was a little bit insane. (I had mentioned to Ananya that I had interviewed Hans Raj Hans the other day, but I have noooooo idea why she thinks we're having a scene. Hmmm. Clearly my friends think my job description involves interviewing people in my underwear) Anyway, so I smsed back, going "Absolutely" and she said "Ooh, my parents are going out for dinner, will call and get all the details then." And now she hasn't called, and I'm getting a little worried. I wish there was a sarcasm indicator for text messages.
> House hunting appears to be harder than I thought it would be and I'm most depressed about that so I'm not going to talk about it.
> I'm also happy today because I found an old pair of jeans that I had been looking for forever, my Levi's 567s which are a super fit and I'm wearing them to work and people said they were nice :) Also I found my Milly-Molly-Mandy book which I hadn't read in centuries, so I read that over breakfast. Actually, in my room, under the windows are two built in cabinets with all my kids books in them, so I've been reading all my Five Find Outers and Dog and Mallory Towers books and having an excellent time regressing into childhood. But isn't Darrell a boy's name?
> Speaking of books, I used to have this book, (which also I rediscovered the other day thanks to my wonderful Magic Cabinet and its Time Travelling Portal) called Minou. It's about this little French girl who loses her white cat called Minou and she walks up and down Paris, going, "Has anyone seen Minou? My little Minou?" and it's really, really sad and I swear I cry every time I think of that poor child. And my mom used to do the voice really well also when she read it aloud to me. Anyway, so at the end of the book, that heartless cat has hopped on to a barge and left poor weeping Nanette waiting for her to come back. This is why I'm a dog person.
> Psst, I'm probably heading this-a-way on Sunday. You should also.
that's wEIrd not wIErd....
ReplyDeleteStream of consciousness, I swear. How do you do it?
ReplyDeleteJ.A.P.
Okay, anon comments OFF. I forgot to earlier.
ReplyDeleteAnd J.A.P.. thanks :)
Why do you hate them?
ReplyDeleteohh! nothing beats finding 'that' old pair of jeans...!
ReplyDeleteumm, umm, I didn't quite get the 'sambandh' sms, I am getting old...!
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ReplyDeleteOh that cat book. My favourite too. Another one was a dog so small - Puffin edition, author Phillipa Pearce... a kid cant have a dog so he has an imaginary dog, then when he is gifted a puppy he cant love that puppy cause he loves the imaginary doggie (till of course warm puppy love wins him over). I still cry when I think of this book. I am a dog lover too. Anyway, why am I rambling, just wanted to say - Glad you are in good spirits again. Next two months will be bad for me (workwise) and I shall miss reading your blog. Take care eM - hope to meet you someday when I next visit Delhi.
ReplyDeletecoincidence! coincidence! found three old blytons and a tattered copy of hojoborolo--er, anyone heard of it?
ReplyDeleteand an old, very nice skirt.
weird, this.
er, m? you didn't get the 'world famous in india joke, did you? it's a rather obscure favourite of my friends...
ohh, now I feel lost and away from India. I miss the sms jokes, I really do. You are right, it is world famous in India, my 40 year old cousin knew it !!
ReplyDeletesinusoidally: Hate whom? The street kids who ask why I'm smoking? Because they represent all the uncle-jis who satre at me from their windows and think lecherous thoughts. And because it's none of their business.
ReplyDeletemenagerie: It was a conversation about hindi words, and we thought it was damn funny that if you only spoke "pure" Hindi, you'd use "yawn sambandh" to describe sex... :)
lubu; You've read Minou? Really? I know no one who has. And I LOVE Phillipa Pearce. For that reason alone, we should meet up :)
rimi; I have no idea what hojoborolo is. If someone would elucidate? And speaking of elucidation, an explanation of "world famous in India" would be nice... :)
But is seems like menagerie knows it, so.. someone tell me inside joke! :)
And if only they were born in more healthy homes where they wouldn't find time to be on the streets because they would be in school learning to be polite gentlemen who would mind their own business...
ReplyDeletethe anon comment reminds me of this clever take on a spelling thumb rule
ReplyDelete"I before E except after C,
we sure live in a weird society"
Excuse me for the brazenness but I thought I couldnt help but imagining you as enjoying playing God rolled up in ur comfy car as u rewarded the kids doing that lil jig while being judgemental on kids who u hate coz u think they are being judgemental while noticing u puffin ur cigarette.
ReplyDeleteYa, see, THIS is why I knew I shouldn't have posted about that kid. But why the fuck not? It's not playing God, I seriously did love him for brightening up my day. And I'll admit it, I feel no great love for the ones who are pushy and judgemental. I don't, okay? I also hated the beggar who brushed past me the other day and felt me up. And those kids are going to grow up into that beggar. End of story. I believe money, or candy in this case, should be earned, and that dancing kid fucking earned it by dancing.
ReplyDeleteMy my eM ! Off late, it seems that you cant say half a word without someone trying to disagree with what you have to say !
ReplyDeleteThe pitfalls of fame, methinks. This time, it has led you to being very vituperative[What ? "Sententitious" is all right, but "Vituperative" isnt ? :)]
BTW, I dont believe in giving money to the traffic-light kid(s) either. So, I thought it was nice that you had some nic-nacs to give them.
And lets not forget that these kids are as human as everyone else, so there are some bad ones among the lot. I recall when a friend of mine give a kid 25p at a traffic light and the kid looked disdainfully at the coin(and my friend) and "returned" the coin by placing it in the rim of my friend's car wheel just as we were pulling away from the signal !
Anyways, there's lots of other nice stuff on your post, so why stop at this ? Moving on..
Your "yawn sambandh" reminded me of this: Whats common to suicide and masturbation ? "Khudh-kushi" ! :)
probably you have not been paying attention to the condom ads by ministry of health. the term is overused there.
ReplyDeletehey! i re-read james and the giant peach yesterday! aren't kids books the best? so uncomplicated! nice simple words... happy endings... excluding nanette and her cat of course
ReplyDeletehojoborolo - sukumar ray. it's a MUSt-read!
ReplyDeleteI did hink twice before putting that up in ur comments section, mebbe it was something to do with the way u wrote that post (I jut wanted to hear ur side of it) or mebbe it was just me who was being judgemental.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I hope those kids dont grow up into that beggar
Wish that you had a camera (or a camera phone) and that you had clicked a snap of that jig.. it is a rarity to find a smile amidst street kids..
ReplyDeletecheers
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vibhu: Have you ever heard that Punjabi remix song? Khud Khushi ki shock ho to kya kare? Good fun :)
ReplyDeletethecure2: No, no. They don't use yawn sambandh? You're talking about the ads with the flowers and all, no?
shoe fiend: Ooh! Ooh! James and the Giant Peach! And the Twits! And my favourite--Fantastic Mr. Fox! :)
teleute: Kids book? I'll look out for it.. thank you!! :)
rohan: I hope so too.
zofo: I know! It would have made such a fantastic pic too. The ONE day I don't carry my camera. *sigh*
The last time I saw some kids,(I mean really small ones) at the traffic signal, they were doing drugs. I was astonished.
ReplyDeleteLike you love memories of Minou, I remember The Adventures of Holly Hobby fondly. Do read it if you get the chance.
Hi em
ReplyDeleteThe kid doing the jig reminded me of something
Was in bombay last friday and as my aced cab was making its way through a crowded street, saw under the flyover- next to the 'row bungalow' , that we more often call the bbay slums, a group of street kids getting ready to dance to "govinda alla re" being aired through a loud speaker.
Amogst them was this one girl who was wearing a prettier rag skirt and had wrapped a piece of cloth around her like a chunni.
She was dancing more energetically than the rest.
She was bubbling with confidence.
She was posing like a princess.
Brought a smile to my face.
And did i miss a camera
being judgemental or being judged, that is not the issue. the issue is, you were witness to a part of process where innocence was being lost. i am sure these kids would be having no childhood. the period of innocence. they are born on the streets and grow up so quickly! the looks on their faces are deceptive. it is in no way childhood. i live in bombay. the underbelly of this city is just full of children with no chilhood. i refrain from offering any solution. or probably haven't any. offering mints and biscuits is definitely not on my list. this is not an attack on anyone's morality or sense of judgement.
ReplyDeleteAwwww it's nice that you give sweets to these streetkids. Are there lots of them in Delhi?
ReplyDeleteWhat I can't STAND are those hooliganish teenagers who run up to you at the traffic lights and insist on cleaning your windshield whether you want it cleaned or not. And if you don't pay them, it's not unheard of for them to snap off your wipers or scratch your car, the bastards.
Yes, Darrell is a boy's name and in fact Enid Blyton's husband's name was Darrell Waters and the Darrell Rivers is a projection of herself apparently!
ReplyDeleteHiya eM,
ReplyDeleteI faced the dilemma often. If you give money to the kids, you are reinforcing a bad practice. If you don't, well, it makes you feel gulty just the same.
So I borrowed your idea and bought Chocolates (Perk) to keepin the car for them kids.
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ReplyDeleteYa, so some people can fuck off. Please. If you're missing the point don't waste my time.
ReplyDeleteab: Drugs? Really? Kids these days, I tell you.
lemon tree: Don't those things give you joy? I love the fact that they can create happiness out of virtually nothing and we struggle with our advantages.
luckeyman: Better to give than "refrain from offering any solution" I would think.
jay: Heh. Here, sometimes kids take out a key and scratch your car if you give them nothing.
m: Excellent! And they don't have to hand that over to the Beggar Don who takes their earnings also.
nice post, as many of the comments concur, stream of conciousness indeed. I wish i had the option to flat hunt
ReplyDeleteBTW, i think i may b headed to this a way on sunday myself