jammie's jarful

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Till Blogger learns to behave and let me log in when I feel like it, I will be blogging at www.jamdesigns.wordpress.com.

posted by jammie @ 12:17 AM 2 comments

Ode to the Cassette Kahani.

I remember those hours, when the grown-ups took their afternoon naps before the shaam ki chai, when all the kids would congregate near the small silver cassette player (a much coveted item in those days of 1985) and listen to the stories. Of magic dragons and shehzadas galore. Of the land far far away and the baadshah who ruled supreme. I can still hear the witch cackling away or the jinn granting wishes. The sound of the flying carpet. And then rushing to the kitchen to get a snack when the song played in the middle of the story (pausing was not allowed).

It was our special afternoon thing to do, crouching on the floor with our faces propped up in our hands, keeping the volume low, waiting in anticipation for the swell of music which meant something exciting was about to happen and then finally, the good-will-prevail-end of the story. Then of course, the reenactments would start. Roles woud be allotted. Who was the prince? Who would be the witch? Plots would get resolved and voices would start emerging.

Needless to say, I was always the witch. And I can still do that voice damn well.

posted by jammie @ 1:25 PM 12 comments

write away the wednesday.

Previously in moments of dire need and depression, words have always been my saviour. When work got tough, when friends got difficult and when things got unbearable, I reached out to my trusty journal (and sometimes blog) and vented freely. I have not really had issues with the fact that someday someone will read this (I have a friend who used to be paarnoid about this)- If someone one day finds something that I have written that you don't like, well, tough. That's me. We can't be nice all the time now, can we?

But lately words have failed me. Was it the largeness of changes happening all around? The fact that sometimes you need the actions to speak louder than words? Could it be there WERE no words? Was it that I no longer found life something to write about? Had I exhausted my quota of things to say and was now...wordless? Or maybe its the fact that there is so much in life right now, crammed to the edges, seeping out through the cracks, that words simply aren't doing justice to that? Or maybe I'm just waiting for the right words. Haan that's it, I think. I'm waiting for the right words.

posted by jammie @ 9:56 PM 1 comments

blogword: secret

secrets are fun, especially when only two people know.
but they are more fun when everyone knows that only those two people know.

posted by jammie @ 8:52 PM 4 comments

possible shmossible

They will keep saying it isn't possible
because it's their job to do so.

I will keep ignoring them
because it's my job to do so.

posted by jammie @ 10:37 AM 5 comments

onwards henceforth

In the recent weeks i have heard three very unusual observations about me- that I can be "almost aggressively optimistic", "too much of a horizontal thinker" and "have too strong a homing instinct".

After days of careful consideration, I have decided to simply accept them as high-end compliments and stop thinking about it.

posted by jammie @ 9:27 PM 4 comments

im sorry. i'll just stay here until it's ok.

posted by jammie @ 11:12 PM 7 comments