How the Name Came About.
My friend Sonia named herself in MSN as 'Oh names what a pain!'. I felt so too when all my names were rejected one after another as aleady being taken.
My first choice (of salutation) was Phaedrus after that intense hero of Robert M. Pirsig's first novel 'The Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'.
My second attempt was to have thesundew my long-running hotmail and yahoo id. That came to naught too.
Then came to mind, frangipani, buoyed because I had found the name of a flower i had been in love for so long. Well, not yet lucky.
Then I keyed in confidently, 'theshapeofherbite'. I knew many people shall immediately imagine erotica; such it is common evocation. But the phrase has as its fountainhead a poem by A K Ramanujan titled Still Life.
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Sunday, October 26, 2003
I am blogging inspired in great part by my college mates Venkat and Sabnis.
Especially Sabnis. I was pleasantly alarmed because during all my occasional visits to his blog I see him write things I thought only I had noticed, felt and thought. Like the funny negotiations with the water-sprinklers, his paean to frangipani (I am happy the flower hasn't just a solitary fan), his photographs of the oils monsoon created across the evening sky, his alarm at hosteliers stealing his songs during morning baths...I think my alarm is similar to that alarm of his! Oh...here are my thoughts, feelings, and observations which I had been so privately enjoying...so much so that I begin to have proprietary sentiments over them, and then here is Sabnis blogging them. Some jealousy...!
So I thought I shall say, here arrives a rival over almost the same 'subject-matters'.
Especially Sabnis. I was pleasantly alarmed because during all my occasional visits to his blog I see him write things I thought only I had noticed, felt and thought. Like the funny negotiations with the water-sprinklers, his paean to frangipani (I am happy the flower hasn't just a solitary fan), his photographs of the oils monsoon created across the evening sky, his alarm at hosteliers stealing his songs during morning baths...I think my alarm is similar to that alarm of his! Oh...here are my thoughts, feelings, and observations which I had been so privately enjoying...so much so that I begin to have proprietary sentiments over them, and then here is Sabnis blogging them. Some jealousy...!
So I thought I shall say, here arrives a rival over almost the same 'subject-matters'.
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