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Students of Creative Writing Attention:

From the desk of your

Your Literary Guidence Councillor

Penguin`s Title of the Month: The Algebra of Infinite Justice by Arundhati

Roy

From: http://www.penguinbooksindia.com/Books/aspBookDetail.asp?ID=4648

Definitive essays brought together for the first time. Foreword by John

Berger

The Algebra of Infinite Justice collects all the political writing Arundhati

Roy has written over the years. In these essays, which have been extensively

revised and updated for publication, she writes with passion and clarity

about the great issues of the twenty-first century—nuclear war;

environmental degradation; the folly of big dams; the dangers of unbridled

globalization; and why terror cannot eliminate terrorism. Her essays go to

the heart of India’s nuclear weapons programme, the multi-dam river valley

project on the Narmada River in Central India, the inexorable advance of

Corporate Globalization across the developing world, and the American

government’s ‘new war against terror’—and demonstrate why, for the sake of

all our collective future it is imperative we understand the issues at

stake. In the essay, ‘The Ladies Have Feelings…’ she speaks of the writer’s

role in society and why it becomes imperative sometimes to take sides.

Necessary for an understanding of the times we live in The Algebra of

Infinite Justice is a remarkably profound and brilliant work from one of the

world’s major writers.

re: aicha

{rsaxena - scoff all you want but that is the beauty of blue - makes all the palefaces look good. Especially afternoon time - when the sleeves are rolled up 3/4ths ofthe way and the backs are slightly creased. kya karien - have to liven up my dull existence somehow.}

ok...i guess i can`t convince you otherwise...

rsaxena - scoff all you want but that is the beauty of blue - makes all the palefaces look good. Especially afternoon time - when the sleeves are rolled up 3/4ths ofthe way and the backs are slightly creased. kya karien - have to liven up my dull existence somehow. But am enjoying Agent Pinkytoes`s escapades - wish they`d spice it up some more. Take care

aicha

okeydoke....

Agent Pinkyfeld: next installation

Agent Pinkyfeld quickly scanned the room; if she was going to get close enough to interrogate Mullah Mendacity, she`d need to think on her feet. Grabbing a big pink and blue striped drink festooned with various paper umbrellas she faked a stagger towards the working Mullah.

``Has anyone seen Mr. Scott?`` she called, weaving and dipping through the room.``Hey, I said, I`m looking for Robb Scott. I`ve got his drink...``

``What, did `e ordah anotha `Dinner With Andre` Colada?`` someone shouted from one of the tables.

Agent Pinky forced a high laugh. In the back of her mind was the very strange nightmare involving a poodle, a delivery boy and achar. ``Geez Louise``, she thought ``It was like I was stuck in the fantasy world of a bunch of prepubescent desi chatroom. Thank God THAT was just a cheap and easy plot device.`` (ahem.)

She unfocused her eyes and squinted so that she could trip more convincingly towards the object of her attention. All she needed to do was to fall -

``Oh, ExCUSE me!`` It wasn`t as hard as she thought, esp. when some vicious queen had her/his size tens stuck out under one of the tables.

``Think slingbacks, sweetie`` she hissed at the Navajo choker wearing, blond hair teased, immaculately made up trannie who didn`t apologize as Agent Pinky stumbled past her``

``Bubblegum pink lipstick is not EVEN retro`` the queen snapped, without batting a thickly mascaraed eyelid.

``I`m not wearing lipstick.`` ground out our heroine

``My sympathies.``

``Kashmir I will have you, your milk and honey will soon be Miiiii--iiii---iiiine``

Almost there. Mullah Mendacity had gotten up from a customer and was moving over to giggle with one of his co-workers. The smoke, darkness and strobe lights were getting to her. ``Just get to him, and you can find out what that cartoon Nurse Practioner Yes is up to`` Agent Pinkyfeld reminded herself.

Scout #99 ``She slowly takes the white envelope from his hand and wonders who in the world would send a paper boy to deliver a letter in the twenty first century. She opens it to reveal a short note that reads:

Your life is in utmost danger... meet me under the Bazooka Bridge at half past midnight tonight. I`ll be wearing a pink checkered dress shirt.

(signed)

Mysterioman

Agent P looks at the letter carefully and then at the paper boy (he`s kinda cute)....she smiles at him seductively and invites him in.

If her life is in utmost danger anyway, why not......``

(Continuation)

Paper Boy follows Agent P into the house with a lustful leer on his face...Paper Boy throws off his jacket, he rips off his shirt, and reveals an enormous.....Niswar Box strapped to his chest...``Dal ta Rasha Kana`` (``Come here you``), says Paper Boy, with that wicked leer to Agent P...oh no!! Paper Boy is a Pakhtun...from Outer Space...Sent no doubt by mysterioman to abduct her in his brightly painted Space Truck...Agent P`s mind races as she considers her next move...

PS This follows a different format than my previous note to saminashah. I think this will work better.

saminashah #98 ``last person to write installation picks the next person...and then we wait until its posted...and so on...just to keep things organized (Yes I Am A Literary Nazi``

For a poster to pick the next one seems a bit too restrictive for an internet board. However, to make this thing work we do need some rules. I would suggest something based on what you did in your earlier post (i.e. giving installation numbers, as follows (I am picking chowk nicks below at random):

1. Scout Post 110

tahmed321 #93 Installation 5

Agent Pinky opened the envelope with trembling hands. It contained a white slip of paper that read ``Report to South Central Afghanistan...Look for a tall, one eyed-man hiding in a cave...catch him by the ear and wait for further instructions

2. Zafar Post 115

Scout #110 Installation 6

Agent Pinky changed into her superwoman costume, with the letters BB emblazoned on the front and back...She put on her burqa (out of consideration for South Central Afghan tradition, even though she knew those traditions were pathetic)...did some quick shopping at Bloomingdales, and streaked in her BBMobile towards South Central Afghanistan...

3. saminashah Post 116

Zafar #115

... and so on.

Of course the above will quickly break into separate threads (e.g. saminashah and Zafar may both write at the same time as follow-up to Scout), but that should make it more interesting. Now can we make it work - I am willing to give it a shot (I am tired of putting down India-Pakistan paper warriors and suchlikes on chowk anyway).

re: aicha

{However had you mentioned starched-crispy-blue-shirts - now that would have been interesting.}

`starched-crispy-blue-shirts?`...every joe in the subway has one....kinda like a uniform for the cubicle dwellers...how unoriginal...just my opinion :)

re: saminashah

{What kind of essays? You know, I just finished reading an amazing essay by Amitav Ghosh; ``The Ghosts of Mrs. Gandhi``...are you familliar with his work?}

..oh i`ve been writing application essays for graduate school (MBA)...no, i haven`t read amitav ghosh yet...sounds interesting...i tend to stick with either jack kerouac type stuff or astronomy books...very limited tastes :(

samina

“…Mrs. Shah keeps talking about her husband`s typing class-…”

…LOL…

wow, username, you seem to have the right idea to finally take this venture into the red.

Could we work in:

Agent Pinkyfeld looked accross the leather bar to where her nemesis, the Mullah Mendacity was standing, posing as a transvestite entertainer working the 87th birthday party crowd in the corner.



She shifted nervously, feeling for her gun. Damn he looked good with waxed thighs, fishnets and those high high heels....



``Tell me`` she inched over to the bar tender. ``Who is that person over there?``



Mendacity began a lap dancing routine with the geriatric birthday group. The music slithered sinuously across the room…KashKashKashMeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! KashKashKashmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!



``That one? The name`s Ann.`` The bartender pulled out a cigarette and lit it. ``Ann Thrax``.



Pinkyfeld craned her neck, trying to see what ``Ann`` was doing. Suddenly a bikie octogenarian rose to his feet and shouted across the room:



``Hey you! The one in the goofy glasses. What are YOU looking it?``



Ann raised her face from the table, startled, her eyes glazed over and some powder sticking to her nose. Pinkyfeld rose, trying to look noncholant.



``Nothing wrong with me, man, just kicking, y`know...`` She started to sidle over. This was her chance to make contact with the enemy...

Agent Pinkyfeld - Time to wrap up

Recap:

``Oooohh, I`m sooo tired!``... rolled over... tiny bed... She slowly stretched...``Ravi...``... she unhooked the top... sound so excited... Screaming... ``aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!``... ``...oooohhhh..``... runs to the bedroom and leaps onto the bed... ``eyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah``... ``haiiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa``... all jerks and burps... the excitement is building up.. she can feel the shivers... screaming... jaanie upar tau ao... deep cavities of her mouth... fill up with saliva... drooling... she feeels... her tongue... succks... very very gently... shove enough things...unrestrained pleasure... keep it down... slowly... seductively!

``If her life is in utmost danger anyway, why not......`` AUR ABB AGAY!

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ok here goes nothing......

Agent P lets the phone ring (it`s probably that annoying neighbor telling her to keep it down). She suddenly remembers she left the paper boy at the door and goes back to him. She slowly takes the white envelope from his hand and wonders who in the world would send a paper boy to deliver a letter in the twenty first century. She opens it to reveal a short note that reads:

Your life is in utmost danger... meet me under the Bazooka Bridge at half past midnight tonight. I`ll be wearing a pink checkered dress shirt.

(signed)

Mysterioman

Agent P looks at the letter carefully and then at the paper boy (he`s kinda cute)....she smiles at him seductively and invites him in.

If her life is in utmost danger anyway, why not......

anNy-wow; and um, yes, sometimes food is that good...scout-did tahmed and anNy provide enough action for you?

Scout, Tahmed, anNy, Amir and all other

participators....may I just make a teeny suggestion? Lets tag off...last person to write installation picks the next person...and then we wait until its posted...and so on...just to keep things organized (Yes I Am A Literary Nazi)...what do you all think?

This is fun...Scout, you wanna go next?

Rsax

``aunty``? ouch, yaar! You may address me as Apa or Bagi, and Behen would be fine as well.

Both. In a teaching/MA program.

What kind of essays? You know, I just finished reading an amazing essay by Amitav Ghosh; ``The Ghosts of Mrs. Gandhi``...are you familliar with his work?

samina #91 Agent Pinkyfeld: Installation 4

Ting-a-ling! Ting-a-ling! ``Who on earth could be at the door this early in the morning!``, said Agent Pinky. She ran to the foyer. Screaming ``aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!`` like a banshee, she leapt high up in the air, and delivered a mighty kick to the front door. The door smashed into tiny pieces (she would have to make the usual call about fixing the door to the handyman later that day). Standing outside the door was a very scared looking paper boy. ``What??``, screamed Agent Pinkyfield. ``Man asked me to make sure you get this right away, ma`am,`` said the boy as he handed her a white envelope.

(Over)

saminashah & Aamir & agent Pinkyfeld,

all talk no action, agent Pinkyfeld looks like a wuss to me... :)