Tuesday, 24 February, 2009


It's been too serious a month. So I decided to meta morph into a cool, with it, hip (or is it hep?) and hop kid.

Like y'all know what Im sayin!

With the bright gladrags and converse shoes (except I don't have those yet) and playin' ball with da gang and movie watchin', substance abusin', broken guitar strummin' wanna get another piercin...? We debate whether 'Psyc' is cooler or Death Metal and miss the good ol' O.C days.

I even joined facebook! (curse you Gail) So I can like write on walls and type like every second of my existence,........................

"Nomad is currently twirling a lock of her hair and staring at the comp screen blissfully blank",

"Nomad did not succeed in making it another uneventful dry weekend",

"Nomad must really get off facebook now."

So I woke up late sped over to a friend's err...crib..., put on some Death Metal n had like maggie n coke for brunch. We flopped on da couch n flipped thru like Roadies n Splitsvilla. And err…. well that's about it really, I was really hoping this post was leading somewhere, but clearly it aint..

Anyway the real point of this post is a pretty cool thing that came on MTV called Tastekid.


You go to the site, type in a book/film/band you like in the search bar, and this animated chick called 'Emmy' helps you out by throwing up a plethora of related bands, authors or directors of the same genre. Plus they each come with little pop up windows of information or movie synopsis and clips. The webpage is kinda funky, search results useful and overall an easy site to navigate, which is the primary pre-requsite for any site I visit. Seriously, check it out y'all guys.

Saturday, 21 February, 2009

Cozy Nooks for Good Books.

Remember the Julia Roberts and Huge Grant romantic comedy Notting Hill? A charming bookstore provides setting for their poignant scenes. It’s difficult to romanticize about the modern franchisee bookstores of today with their brisk antiseptic air, and lack of personal touch. Chain stores, with their stark CD, gift and toy sections, make book buying akin to grocery shopping. One wonders of the existence of the quaint, old world bookstores.

A probe into Pune’s nooks and crannies revealed that not only do these exist, but with a loyal customer base, they do not fear mega stores.

TWIST N TALES: A cozy store right out of the pages of a classic provides a prefect browsing experience at Gaikwad Nagar, Aundh. Its whacky bookshelves hold a small but exquisite collection of books, ranging from Fiction, Indian Writing to Theatre, Classics and a rare selection of children’s books. The cheerful decor, snippets of information dotting the walls and greenery, give it the right ambience to curl up with a book on the swing outside. The friendly knowledgably staff KNOW their customers, keep tabs on individual preferences, maintain a blog, provide book reviews and make book buying an art to savour.

CHAPTER AND VERSE: You feel as if you hve walked into a comfortable living room spilling over with books! No glossy covers here, the shelves abound in old texts on Literature, Poetry,Culture, obscure Travelogues and stacks of old National Geographic issues.A twisting balcony crammed with more books is aptly labelled the Book Walk. With it's inviting cane furniture, It's a quiet place to plod around separating the Jane Austen's from the Mulk Raj Anands.Locateed at Gera Plaza, Boat Club Road, it offers home delievery facility.

THE INTERNATIONAL BOOK SERVICE: On crossing the threshold you enter a different era, with black and white pictures of P.G Wodehouse, George Orwell and Iris Murdoch on the walls, old wooden racks, musty smell and faded gold letters categorizing the books .A favorite haunt for academic souls, the store contains books on Science, Humanities, Spirituality, History and rare Sanskrit texts. Established in 1931 it is one of the oldest bookstores in Pune, located at Deccan Gymkhana.

MANNEY’S: Manney’s turns 60 next year. Located at Moledina Road, it is an ideal place for the reader with a purpose. The store has a plethora of books on every topic, from Military History and Microwave cooking to Rock music .It also has a formidable Technical and English Language and Literature section. Enough to satiate the bibliophile. The hushed, cool, well lit ambiance, make spending time here a pleasure.

So if you are tired of standardized décor, impassive customer care and crave the perfect browsing experience, amble into one of these bookstores this weekend and feel time fly

Saturday, 14 February, 2009

Strange Love

Once I had a strange love, a mad sort of insane love, a love so fast and fierce I thought I'd die....

yes once I had a strange love, a pure but very pained love, a love that burned like fire through a field...

oh once I had a strange love, a childlike but derranged love, a love that if were bottled it would kill.

see once I had a strange love, a secret and untamed love, a love that took no prisoners at all...

and once I had a strange love a psychic unexplained love, a love that challenged scientific facts...

and then there was that strange love, that very badly trained love, a love that needed discipline and facts...

once I had a strange love a publicly acclaimed love, the kind of love that’s seen in magazines.

and once I had a strange love, a beautiful but vained love, a love i think it’s better left in dreams...

and once I had a strange love, a morally inflamed love, we’d go on holy battles in the nights...

and then there was that strange love that vulgar and profane love, the kind of love that we don’t talk about...

yes, once I had a strange love, a lying infidel love, who wove in stories like sherazade...

and once I had a strange love, a flaky white kinky love, we ran so fast we almost spilled our guts..

you see I’ve had some strange love, some good, some bad, some plain love, some so-so love, and c’est la vie…

but just let me proclaim that, out of all the strange love you’re the strangest love I’ve ever known….

-Little Annie

P.S. : The formatting on my blog does not work anymore, I cannot make paragraphs or leave spaces, hence the untidiness, if anyone knows how to correct this, let me know.

Thursday, 12 February, 2009

Sunderbans 5: All creatures great and small.

It is a personal quirk. I get obsessed with tiny creatures in the forest, the common, the insignificant, the ones we walk past in in search of the elusive Tiger. I must have walked across the river bank several times getting on and off the boat, but it was not till the last day I noticed that what looked like fallen red petals strewn across the shore were Fiddler's Crabs.
What's more is that while peering at the tiny crabs one notices tinier lumps of clay jumping around. These turned out to be mud skippers, the unique fish that live on land! With just an hour left for the boat to leave the jetty and back to Calcutta,I was a mad woman on a mission, these vivid red crabs and adorable mud skippers had to be photographed, and there arises the problem. Being extremely sensitive to vibrations they scuttle underground even as you approach them from a distance of 6 ft. Let alone the continuous thoroughfare on the pier, the biggest hurdle in photographing these timid creatures is the photographer itself. Even with an 18x zoom, I had to get up close and personal, wait in a mucky minefield of crabs praying nothing would crawl up my legs and bite.
The Mud skippers are a strange species to study. The first thing that attracts attention are the bulging green eyes on the top of their heads, giving them a bewildered guileless look. They are amphibians that breathe through their skin and keep them selves moist by jumping into muddy puddles during low tide. Flipping their translucent plump bodies all over the shore line.
Although I had heard of Hermit Crabs a long time back, I had never actually seen one, not even googled the pics. In my mind I formed a picture of those irascible sages from mythology living like hermits in the forest and I transferred that image to the crabs. Big orange coloured whiskery crabs. Obviously my exaggerated analogies were hopelessly off mark. As you can see, that timid little green thing nestled in my palm is a hermit crab, crawling back into it's shell.