Posted by: Ajapa on: June 15, 2009
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
~ Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues, Highway 61
Perhaps it’s Nietzsche or the futility of any sort of philosophy at all that has made [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 25, 2009
Bluebeard has been modified by modern male stream narrators to warn women against their curiosities. But what Bluebeard truly celebrates is the innate curiosity of women and their instinctual insights. We’ve all been victims of many Bluebeards in our lives. We’ve ignored those “this is not right, I need to investigate more” hunches and have [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: April 17, 2009
But then or now, wild women never could hide their innocence – a kind of pity-kitty hopefulness that their prince was on his way. Especially the tough ones with their box cutters and dirty language, or the glossy ones with two seated cars and a pocketbook full of dope. Even the ones who wear scars [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: March 26, 2009
As I head off to college I hope for the the following things to happen as soon as possible… they’re mostly women’s stuff:
1. I hope my best friend gets her first kiss so that she can call me up excitedly and tell me about how it goes
2. I wish my sister gets her period [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: March 9, 2009
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Posted by: Ajapa on: March 8, 2009
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Posted by: Ajapa on: March 8, 2009
Today they showed women on the telly rallying, speaking out their minds and saying what men would define radical. I do that all the time. I remember telling a guy that ditched my friend that lesbians are much happier together… I speak my mind, do radical woman stuff all the time. So this year I [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: March 6, 2009
About two hours ago. Behold me standing at Pulchowk feeling extremely lonely after a perfectly enjoyable gathering/shopping spree with friends. I’m in the verge of tears and a million questions pop ino my head at once. Goodness if I could only stop thinking so much. Am I wierd? too weak? why am I so lonely [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: February 28, 2009
I was born at the nursing home at the kamal pokhari crossrads, the heart of the city. My mother was born here too, the first maternity hospital in the country. It has been 32 years since my father has lived here. He built a house and built a name and got to know the names [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: February 13, 2009
Yesterday I boarded the bus to Sunauli after the conductor finally conceded to letting me get off at naubise from where I’d have to go to a school that I’d been to before; a school with the floor split into half due to the liquefaction of the clayey ground upon which it was built. The [...]
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