By Bill Watterson
Pink eraser: I never fall apart because I never fall together.
Also – “Everybody should like everybody,” and “The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting,”
Original from the movie ‘Sarvakalashala’ can ruin my day for some time. This is more easy on the ears than Nedumudi’s rendition in the original, more easy on the soul as well.
I must be the the last one to see this. it’s odd but fun.
Dear Yosemite is burning inside a rim of fire, the ash
may reach San Francisco, it may not.
Fire is only a symptom.
Where are tourists swamping now?
the portrait of a stranger,
often signed in a corner
by my father.
sigh…..Middle East conflict was not resolved today
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
A simple napkin calculation says an average household needs to make Rs.1.4 lakh a month to be in middle class in India by global standards of consumption. So if you make less than a lakh a month, you are struggling by global standards. Shouldn’t everybody make at least Rs.10,000 a month?
There was a time when there were two types of hindi movies, and both were horrible. Those times have changed. Nowadays it is tough to say “a very good hindi movie in a long time”, when Gangs of Wasseypur, Matru ke Bijili ka Mandola, and to some (arguable) effect Barfi and Shanghai release in a year’s time. “Special Chabbis” is the best hindi movie I have watched in the past month, and Neeraj Pandey almost exceeds expectations with his second movie. When his first movie, “A Wednesday” released, I remember saying “a very good hindi movie in a long time”; times have changed.
And they say to me: “Your people,
your luckless people,
between the mountain and the river,
with hunger and grief,
they do not want to struggle alone,
they are waiting for you, friend.”
Michael Palmer writes “Our time is a between time; best to stay out of it.”, yes totally. Yes, I was born on the street known as Glass—as Paper, Scissors or Rock. Several of my ancestors had no hands. Several of my ancestors used their pens in odd ways. A child of seven I […]