Most of the Delhi stuff will be on the photoblog. Writing not happening. Walking happening. Et cetera. So follow there if you feel like.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Not much to write. Hopefully this too will witness a turnabout. Think in image sometime, think in words sometime, that's how it all plays out. Differing attitudes to movement. Run till you drop through the ground. Run till your head bursts. Run until you're the blur. I don't think I've run since class eight so this is merely metaphor but run nevertheless, 'til the sunlight burns a happy hole in your heart. The world moves faster nowadays. Or is it merely aaai?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
People always fit into moulds, we wouldn't have typecasting otherwise, but I saw a man today who looked exactly like a rat. Which is to say he looked ratty. And rodent-like. I'm sure he's a perfectly nice man and definitely more human than rodent but he definitely scurried across the road. I wish I could be more descriptive about this, witty even, but that's all there is to it. He looked exactly like a rat.
I've found out I look like a Staffordshire bull terrier. Not that this proves a point or is accurate in any way as far as comparison goes. Just mentioning it to keep with the spirit, gather?
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My knee's been hurting again, on and off for a while, and now I've been told not to walk so much. Before this I was told not to do yoga but to run on a treadmill. Before that I was told not to do squats but to do asanas. Before that I was told to wear an iron shoe and do leglifts but I think I ran out on that doc. The formula being care for it but don't overdo it, the success rate being next to nil, I still have a weak knee and muscle and fat accumulating right above it and nowhere else, man, how do these things happen. I've never been a sick kid but these strange persistent ailments really put me in a funk sometimes. I can bend five different ways thanks to all the stretching and yoga but nothing will fix this knee short of surgery and it will always hurt in rainy weather. All I need is a shotgun and a flearidden cap and I could beat your arthritic neighbourhood colonel at being cranky. But I don't have a dog. And now I'm forbidden to walk. Amar jibon ekta tragicomedy. Ab bas Everest Expedition then heroic death, nothing to be done. I think I'll go wade in some dirty water now.