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Is this a tale?

Perhaps a new series
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In my bag. Two ball-point pens. A greeting card with no message written on it. Instructions for an mp3 player. Four CDs. Bills from lunch time. Parking permit to the gym. A notepad with phone numbers but no names. A slew of business cards. Hairbrush. A jingle of keys. Anti-histamine tablets. Lipstick past its expiry date. Two chewing gums. Train ticket from last Saturday. Sanitary napkin. And a mobile phone. With a missed call. From you.


Deepa said…
Credit cards, gift cards, cash in dollars and rupees - all inside a bag that begs to be carried but is always hiding and hence gets left behind.
ahiri said…
Tom-Tom ?!?! :)
Falstaff said…
Ah, shades of Georges Perec perhaps?
Annon said…
Backpack with umbrella, economist, businessweek, the May 28 New yorker with a Tintin article in it by Anthony Lane.

Wallet- other than usual - an old faded film ticket of hiroshima mon amour, my favourite film, a silver token for $2 from the hindu temple of atlanta that can be exchanged for a pongal with karumilagu someday.
Rupa said…
Somehow this post made me pause and think..and finally a veil of melancholy settles in...of those lost days my bag also carries memories ..memories seldom looked into , unless reminded like this!
Dushti said…
Looking forward to the new series !
Anonymous said…
Me Indian so one pad of sticker bindis
Kalthoon tilakji said…
Lots of waiting cards- waiting to be distributed, two tickets for Sivaji, JBAS college swimming pool identity card,Western Railway ID card, credit card, ATM cards, pouch full of pens, broken eyetex kaajal tube, lipstick in a sticky lipstick cover unused for over 6 months, Bodyshop lipgloss- half vazhinjifyed, old Western railway local train ticket with "Res-office-Res by cab+auto =Rs.250" written on the back.
Kalthoon tilakji said…
typo - Lots of visiting cards, I meant
Mr.H said…
Your post reminded me that it was about time I cleaned my bag !

Strange how nostalgic this act of cleaning can find movie tickets you went to with that special someone ...restaraunt bills...train tickets...

Day Dreamer said…
Wow!! How can you fit so much in one bag?
Deepa said…
kalthoon, JBAS swimming pool card is the ultimate reminder of how long your bag was ignored.
Kalthoon tilakji said…
Deepz.. idu trailordaan.. main picture la- kumudam, aval vigadan, HINDU paper, dinathanthi, fone charger, ipod charger, rubber band with tala-mudi, hair brush, comb-u, chinna deo..idellamum innum nerayavum
Anonymous said…
spare change, ten rupee notes securely tucked in a handy pouch at the back, watch, deo and rubber bands, headache balm that i recently use often,
hordes of visiting cards:
of the luggage shoppe i got my brand new bag from, of beauticians, of jewellery shops, of a favourite restaurant inside the company i quit, of tech support personnel,
a VLCC card, passport size pics of loved ones, more pics of me, to lick and paste on the countless forms in the company i've newly joined, the pic of the fiance conspicuous by its absense,
a phone book in case i lose my mobile,
my mobile, with a SIM from him, and with hordes of sms'es:
some which betrayed me when we fought... and he showed them around..( cant i say i like farts? well, that is socially inept... )
some from friends praying i go through this difficult phase well...
the phone number of the fiance recently erased, just so i dont *accidentally* send him another sms..
a bulky ladies purse, which has, among other things, the slip of paper i prepared my questionnaire on, and which did not help me judge him at all :(
**** it.
Nandhita said…
Sure it is but only if one takes time to read between the lines...

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