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About Time

July 12, 2006


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As you may know I have taken Sepia Mutiny up on their offer of becoming a permanent blogger. Thus far I have been treading gently (again), such is the ninja way.

I've been taking great pleasure in reading every comment that passes submit. If this was an addiction before then let's just say the periodic doses have turned into a full on IV.

Yesterday morning, as I prepared my drip with my morning cuppa chai, I was met with news of the Mumbai bombings. My right hand began an sms to my parents, my mind hoping furiously that my family and friends, that everyone was safe. But hundreds were far from it.

As realization sunk in, and with it despair, I began reading the comments in search of reaction other than my own. Anna's updates were wicked and folks went all out to leave emergency information, their own stories from the ground, and their prayers. Certain fucktards tried hard to promote their rubbish agendas and at one point I could barely bring myself to read. But. At the end of the day. I know that if it hadn't been for SM I could've ended yesterday feeling very alone. It is a privilage indeed...

I hope you and yours are safe and well.

Currylingus is back in bidness.

posted by Neha
9:31 PM

4 Comments:

Blogger Khakra said...

Those fucktards had either no remorse or plain-and-simple were .. fucktards. I still feel the stench of that day, it's not going to melt off easy. Hope you're doing better.

7/15/2006 05:38:00 PM  
Blogger twinga said...

Good to finally see you posting here again! I know... awful what happened in Bombay. So glad to hear that your friends and family is save. Front page news are a desaster these days... it's part of my job so I need to look at it :-/

7/16/2006 04:02:00 AM  
Anonymous DocD said...

Came across yer blog thru Sepia. Love da title. Bombay was a shock but not too surprising. I'm a UK Pakistani with love for both sides and have family in both countries

7/16/2006 04:10:00 PM  
Anonymous MangoLassi said...

Yay!!! About bleeding time... Lets get together for some chai tea lattes soon.

7/17/2006 08:52:00 PM  

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