Category: on identity
Beirut Apt Documentary Response
| May 20, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, on identity, Uncategorized |
I went to the Inside Out film festival showing of “Beirut Apt” here in Toronto, today. It was playing at the Isabel Bader theatre, and was up for the Audience award…so I paid even more attention, since I knew I’d have to sign a ballot with my opinion when I left. The doc was short,…
you are the one
| April 14, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, on identity |
the most precious statement made in “Unaccustomed Earth”, by Jhumpa Lahiri, is the comparison of death to a dark room in a photo lab. “It must be something like this”. I would hate to look at a picture of a person I’ve been close to, who’s died. All memories of them would dissipate, expressions, laughter…
Swiss Minister faux pas– the “oppressive” veil
| March 20, 2008 | Posted by caroline under in the news, on identity |
Why are people so quick to refer to the veil as oppressive? Why can’t the Swiss foreign minister wear a veil when attending a meeting in Iran? Sure, she disturbed a lot of Iranian feminists…but not all women who wear the veil are ‘submissive’ or forced to wear it. I wouldn’t have thought all feminists…
the seaface
| January 12, 2008 | Posted by caroline under humour, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
so it’s saturday…story time.. some of the things i’ve been doing here? well..i’ve gone to town a few times on my own, by train.. i’ve gone to a few of the clubs here in bandra, with my cousin and some random friends through the fam.. done a lot of eating..hit up the best restaurants, apparently?…
bangalore
| January 9, 2008 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, on identity, on indian roots, travels, Uncategorized |
i went to bangalore for a meeting and well, drove around for the whole day, chatted with the driver, who didn’t speak english..so we conversed in his broken english, my broken hindi and attempts at tamil, and…music..we chatted in music, it’s true..he played my beatles, he played his kannata music (which i thoroughly enjoyed!! i…
hmph
| December 18, 2007 | Posted by caroline under humour, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
remember i told you about my indian consulate issues.. well, the dogs lied to me. they said it would be very easy to get my visa renewed here..it definitely wasn’t. i was sure for a few days that i would get deported, and envisioned the police showing up at the wedding and asking for a…
mumbai senses
| December 13, 2007 | Posted by caroline under lifestyle, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
ok ok i’ve been meaning to tell you about this.. from my cousins’ house, in the centre of bandra “the queen of the suburbs”, i hear a ZiLlIoN sounds..i smell a zillion more other things, but maaaan.. so i’m going to come back here everytime i smell or hear something new.. just now, i heard…
Indian Eating Etiquette
| November 30, 2007 | Posted by caroline under humour, lifestyle, myself, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
alright, so i’m in sharjah, u.a.e… just got back from 2.5hrs at the salon..tiring..can you believe i walked barefoot on the street because i forgot to wear sandals for my pedicure? mind you, it was only a few steps and then i hopped into a car, but..i would never dare tell my mom, and definitely…
Freeform: Migrant Workers
| October 16, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
it’s been some time since i’ve felt the urge to rip out a pen and paper in public. —- I remember the streets Throngs of men Who hadn’t seen their wives in years I remember the wooden stairs Women with the same stained and crooked teeth Scraping away at my heels Roughened by poolside tiles…
language barriers
| October 2, 2007 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
..Sunday evening, i went to a show where all the singing was in arabic. i didn’t understand one bit of the lyrics but sang along with some of the words, danced in my head to the traditional arabic dabke that would accompany parts of the show if space allowed..recalled my time spent attempting to kick…
