feeling washed up

I'll tell you what I'm doing now because I've come home to Coimbatore and it's rained outside and all is calm which is nice but I can't get to sleep because my brain is still too active so on Preview I read intermittently paragraph by paragraph what John Berger has to say about photographs (some of it so obsolete I can't bear it) and now and then I go to check if The Road to Guantanamo is done downloading and then I go and stalk someone rich and beautiful on facebook and then I adjust my posture as I sit against the arm of a black leather couch and the night-crickets are loud and the window of the empty room next to me is open so I can hear the echoes of my typing and a frog chorus comes in as I navigate through more tabs and chat windows and the green charger light on the side of my computer is actually ominous because nothing really adds up right now except this feeling of being half-caught up in many things at once but not loving or being loved enough by any one thing to keep at it and it's a terrible feeling to have especially when you are not tired enough to go to sleep.

Recovery

I just went through a laproscopy to have a slightly complex cyst removed from my ovary. The idea of this surgery had been psyching me out for the last 4 months and I am glad its over and I am recovering. The two days spent in the hospital were not the most pleasant. The whole process was extremely intrusive and I felt very uneasy.

Now that I am healing fast, I feel much more positive and full of energy. The last few months had really drained me out but resting and watching my body slowly heal has been really nice. I know my body very differently now and understand it better.

They said by Monday I can resume normal life again.
Diwali was warm yellow and glowing.

Eat This.

25 oct - notes.

Was at the habitat Centre today, with Natasha and her Mother. It's so good to be looking at art in some place that isn't a white cube!
Islam had to be theme of the day. The photographs I saw, the conversations we had, coming back and trying to watch Four Lions... And a culture in which Urdu is not limited to Muslims? That is alien to me.

P.S. - I think I saw Pablo Bartholomew intently viewing the digital exhibition (which sadly was just a Samsung HDTV connected to a macbook pro, lying there for anyone to watch). I didn't bother to go up and say anything (I wouldn't have known what to say either). Later, Poonam aunty tells me about how she went to his wedding (with Natasha in tummy) and how his then-wife was a relative.

trial room art

They say a woman is the most vulnerable inside the trial room of a clothes store.

I always thought that was why they never allowed cameras in, but I managed to sneak one into one of Pune's new malls.

As luck would have it, nothing fit like I wanted it to.