An old school friend posts photos of Tamanna on facebook every few days with comments like "my cutie.......:):)" "awww <3" "most beautiful gurl in d wrld!! :):)"

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I like watching her think because she thinks rarely.

And when she does, she gets this fake serious expression across her face, her eyebrows meet, a frown appears on her forehead, her nostrils cork up. Except, the expression isn't fake; she actually looks like that when she thinks. And she thinks, for only a few seconds, never a minute or even half, rarely even fifteen seconds, and her face unscrews again, she looks blankly into the mid-distance, makes a pronouncement of some sort, the result of her thought, presumably, a sentence, sometimes two, of concise nuggetted wisdom, as if she were reciting from a book of proverbs.

Then, she forgets the whole thing, changes topic almost abruptly, and goes on with her life.

"Do you feel a tinge of jealousy every time your ex has found someone else? Even if you are in a relationship yourself?"
"Hmmm. Sometimes, sometimes not. Depends on who the ex has found, and who I am in a relationship with."
"Ah. Good. Exactly my feelings. I was worried my reactions might not have been normal."
"Escoos, meydam. I share your feelings. I don't know if you can call that normal."

Finally watched Mani Kaul's Duvidha. Twice. Watched it. Took a half-hour break. Watched it again. There's so little happening, and yet so much. Astounding.

In the middle of some yama-speed Kaanada varnam, the guru said yesterday, suddenly in English, "You must relish and respect each and every note!"

GNB writes:

Life throws up intriguing questions every now and then.

I was at the Vidwath Samajam this morning - they have got a new tambura for the idol, and the guru and I went to see it - and the man who got the new tambura took it out of Thyagaraja swamy's hands and brought it out to show it to us. A miniature tambura ("See, it works!" he said, strumming the out of tune strings and saying sheepishly, "You can tune it if you want...") in gold and silver. When he put the tambura back in the the idol's hands, first, one hand bent out of shape. It took him a couple of seconds to fix that, but when he did that, Thyagaraja's turban fell off, revealing a bald head. Immediately I thought, "Hey, was Thyagaraja bald?"

Life throws up intriguing questions every now and then.

As persons worried about the health of Telugu cinema, there are two questions that have constantly plagued us since the abominable Leader - "Where will the next Shekhar Kammula come from? Who will make manchi coffee laanti cinema?"

The answer is below.

(And, oh, that girl is quite cute, no? I shall cast her in my next film.)

I often judge male hotness and cuteness. It has given me doubts about my sexuality many times. The thing is, I've never wanted to pounce on another man (of my gender) and, you know, hump him. No. I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss a man even. Except maybe Shiv Chanderpaul sometimes, when he plays those life-saving innings from 30 for 4 - but that doesn't count, does it?

I just found out that a girl I used to have a crush on some years ago is married. It's completely inconsequential, I've lost all touch with her, and only vaguely know what she's doing with her life. When I did have a crush on her, I was a wuss about it - it was almost like I made every effort to ensure she didn't know. Something in her demeanour suggested that she was doing the same.

Ever since I've lost touch with her, I've thought that if I had done something about it then, it might have amounted to something.

I left a "Congrats" on a photo she put up on facebook. The dramatic part of my self will wonder, of course, if she will look at the comment and think that if she did something about it then, it might have amounted to something. The sane side of me knows - amidst the 113 likes and 57 "congrats", she won't even notice it.