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"Silly girl, silver girl, draw the mirror toward you"

October 26, 2005

I've been tagged like a badmash by Jay to divulge highly classified information about myself. Lo and behold the Neha you think you knew but really had no clue:

7 things I want to do before I die

1. Go trekking in Iceland

2. Write enough GOOD poems to fill a book, then get it published, GOOD poem count to date = 0. WHEN they are written they will surely be an inspirational mix of Philip Larkin and Ogden Nash

3. Get freak deaky at high altitude (think mountain range instead of airplane)

4. Visit Kerala (practice some more #3 but in the backwaters while waiting for my toran, avial, stew & rasam dinner after which I will smoke some fine Indian herb with my toddy)

5. Experience weightlessness

6. Play a gig with a band (I'm in a 'band', now we just need a gig...and some songs)

7. Last but most dear to me, when the time comes, I want to have the strength to care for my parents the way they did for me.

7 things I can do

1. Attain the lotus posture , cross my arms behind my back and grab my toes in two seconds flat. I have bendy joints.

2. Find out intimate details of a stranger's life and thoughts, in an average meet/greet session, without having to reveal anything
other than my name. CSIS, call me!

3. Remember every face I have met or even seen on the street/the net/in print and have paid a milliseconds worth of attention to. Not as in, "Wow, Neha, sharp memory!" but as in, "Neha, are you some kind of mutant freak?!". CSIS, call me!

4. Kick ass at Antakshari , serious, I am unstoppable. Mind you most of the tunes I know date back to 1998 and prior, which makes for obscure entries that I invariably end up singing either by myself or with the 45+ types...but the point is...I kick ass at Antakshari.

5. Slice off the top half of my left index finger and regenerate it, nail and all. I have done this once (thanks a lot, Cutco!) and will never do it again.

6. Speak three languages (one with a funny accent), understand vocal speech in two other languages, count from one to ten in Malayalam and Arabic, sing one verse of a lovely tune in perfect Mandarin.

7. Make anyone crack a smile or at least make anyone's jaw drop with my potty mouth and filthy mind.

7 things I cannot do

1. Eat eggplant
2. Drink Sambuca
3. Feign interest...at least not very well
4. Play an instrument, not even the spoons, maybe the washboard
5. Deprive myself of salt
6. Go to bed without reading
7. I am most ashamed to admit that I absolutely cannot stop picturing people naked

7 things that attract me to another person

1. Large cranium
2. Wicked wit
3. Need to keep in motion (cars, bikes, boats, rickshaws, whatever)
4. Brilliance in written speech (preferably in the form of a book but a blog or journal will do :-P)
5. Thorough and unabashed understanding of one's own body
5.5 Unbiased views on human sexuality
6. Open-mindedness in affairs concerning faith
7. An inquisitive nature

7 things I say most often

1. Cool
2. Really?
3. Haa (that's 'Hi' in a Texan twang)
4. Thank you
5. Kam aaan (mostly when watching hockey)
6. O-ho!
7. Babu

7 people I want to do this...just kidding...this

1. Seera
2. Cee Pee
3. Champa
4. Tammy
5. Paresh
6. Raju
7. JJ

Ooooo, kam aaan, do it. Bare your souls. It isn't as easy as it looks and now that the deed is done I'm filled with melancholic wonder at all the things I haven't done. The good part is that this only serves as inspiration.

P.S. The internet is on as of yesterday! But the stolen cable got cut. So now the internet will be cut in order to get digital cable and cable internet in one bundle.

posted by Neha
3:03 PM


Anonymous Anonymous said...

geez, we lived so close together and yet i hardly knew ye. ye wants to do WAHT NOW from a great height. robert roy mcgregor i dids one for you toouge, it's up for the briefly on me page. sigh, le plug, le nic fit, COMES TO VAZAWEEN FRISDAY AT LEES PALADIUM? -s

10/26/2005 09:22:00 PM  
Blogger Neha said...

Brilliantly done.

"play carnagie in a tux with bearclaws"

It's gonna happen, I knows it.

Vazaween? I've got no costume, can't go as 'Indian Girl' again! But I likes ta move it move it so you're ON gallie.

10/27/2005 10:17:00 AM  
Blogger Neha said...

arigatai krishna, love the new blog name and blog! mmmm, fried brain. my x-ray vision does not discriminate. from my 7th grade computer instructor, dear mr. uchida, to the new neighbours, all is fair in my eyes. sometimes it hurts.

yeah, i liked the lips too but it was time for a change.

10/27/2005 12:17:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Im setting up a mini studio in my basement. Got a drummachine and a synth, gotta get a vocoder and the tunes will roll. As for gigs. I get bad stage fright so I will be playing behind a sheet. Fer real.


PS that title makes more and more sense everytime I read it. Dan is brilliant.

PPS We are basing all our songs off of Nicholson Baker Novels cuz they is sexxxy. Ill lend you some.

10/27/2005 12:34:00 PM  
Blogger N said...

that ogden nash guy is awesome

10/27/2005 10:54:00 PM  
Blogger 13 said...

Kerala, Herbs & Toddy on me. Just let me know when :)

10/29/2005 06:43:00 PM  

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