Saturday, February 6, 2010

In my next life, I will be an Arabian Princess gorging on dates and kebabs. A new and effective wave of feminism will have swept over the world by then, allowing me to have a harem of men. Though such easy promiscuity is sure to get boring after a while. When it does, the men shall be disbanded. (What a delightful word- dramatic, but official. See, I have royal tendencies already.)

Anyway, relax your ethical antennae. When it comes to my pet camel, loyalty will prevail. What should I call it? Tuglaq, maybe. Or Sandy. Forgive the hopeless lack of originality. In my next life, all that is to be redeemed. Belly dancing, ghazals, urdu poetry- I will nonchalantly juggle these arts. 'With one hand' I'd like to add, but then it wouldn't be juggling. Even exaggeration has its boundaries.

What has no boundaries is imagination. Am I glad for that :P

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Spin said...

More like, in your past life you were an Arab princess. But no hope in that.

Roshni said...

Ok.I should probably stop pestering you about Parashuram,but this post reminded me strongly of a story he'd written.Can't recall name though.Had something about an applicant for a princess' hand being chomped up by her pet cheetah as punishment for being rude.Sounds like it'll fit with your plans,what with disbanding and all.
Please read?He was a Stud,I tell you.

Anonymous said...

My friend and I were recently talking about how involved with technology our daily lives have become. Reading this post makes me think back to that discussion we had, and just how inseparable from electronics we have all become.

I don't mean this in a bad way, of course! Societal concerns aside... I just hope that as the price of memory falls, the possibility of downloading our brains onto a digital medium becomes a true reality. It's a fantasy that I dream about every once in a while.

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blinknmiss said...

All very well, but sand grains itchily lodged in the crevices of your skimpy Arabian princess clothing where you can't reach without looking undignified is a terrible thing.

Sorry, couldn't resist =)

Anushka said...

@Spin- Yes, exactly. In my past life I was Assia Wevill :P

@Upasana- I know, I know. I HAVE to read more by him. And I can never be 'pestered' about Parashuram :)

@Shalmi- :o I did not think of that. There MUST be a way out. Maybe Arabs are genetically indifferent to the feel of sand grains?

Anonymous said...

You could shift your kingdom to a less sandy place, or ooh, have some sort of a sand magnet, Wooot!

Somewhere Circus said...

Upasana, the story you're talking about is 'Upekkhito'. It is, to use the correct term, brilliant. And then there's 'Upekkhita', which is just jaa taa type er brilliant...Ei holo giye baepar.

Anushka, you are jaast hilarious.

Arse Poetica. said...

tui bhaari mojaar! ei post ta khub funneeee :)

Choi said...

haha. Tuglaq. soswitt only. :P

Anushka said...

@Spriha- Sand Magnet. Yes. Whyever not.

@Soumasree- And Upekkhita is by?

@AP and Choi- Bassful smile only :P

Sroyon said...

You can juggle with one hand. Like this.
I can do this trick too, only there are no videos of mine on YouTube. :(

Sherry Wasandi said...

I have my train of thought stuck on the itchiness. Tuglaq would be very appropriate though.

In my next life, I would be leading an exotic tribe somewhere in the Amazon rainforest.

We have rather distorted notions of the future, don't we? Or perhaps there is a time machine in the picture.

Anushka said...

@Sroyon- Hey. So you can. Who would've thought?

@Sherry- Ooh, to go tramping in the Amazon is one of my pet fantasies!

Somewhere Circus said...

Upekkhita is by Rajshekhor Boshu. Yes yes. So is Upekkhito.

Mayukh said...

by the time you are born again...the arabs will run out of oil...and you wont be able to afford all those luxuries