tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58327102011-11-09T03:59:00.262-08:00That's how precariously we're situated. Man, it's one helluva balancing act!Diyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11726633063523391327noreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832710.post-37734818081577968642011-11-09T02:39:00.000-08:002011-11-09T03:59:00.295-08:00

I have to figure this one out by myself;Now that I've set myself afireI must pleasure in my pain.But when tears fuel fires, what is one to do?For the careless days of youth I've left behind:The defiant toss of my head,The spirited spring in my step,The sparkle in my eyes...Have mellowed and dimmed in the shadow on my mirror.Do I drown in you?Or in the slumbering feelings you've kindled in me anew

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Shared laughter and companiable silences;A searching eye-lock and a responsive ghost-smile,An excuse for a conversation,An avid wait over a cup of tea...Does the weary heart recognise the balm it seeks?Does the fire scorch you too as it burns me with its intensity?Shared laughter and companiable silences;My smile awaits your gaze—were it to fall on me.

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Let me lie buried on your breast a while longer;Hold me tighter, don't let me breathe,Shower my swollen eyes and my tear-washed cheeks...Let's keep all dark cares beyond our inner circle;Stop the world seeping into my consciousness!Hold me tighter and don't let me breathe...Let us forget for an ecstatic instant,Let blessed peacefulness descend;Let me lie spent in your arms a while longer...

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The fecund jasmine string and the mogra tooStrewn asunder as the cruel strains flewOh Azure Lord who plays the flute soBrewing within dusky Yamuna a storm anewCausing dark clouds to burst into rain Smudging my kohl eyes, drenching me with pain... And they say thatA drop of poison is far desiredTo the beloved’s tears!(August 2011)

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flat stones and round ones and coloured ones too glassy marbles, cowrie shells and shiny beads blue tag games and blind folds and dusty frocks askew oh so little time and so much to do! snooping around back yards, lonely places taboo sandy pits, mud puddles and shrubs dotted with dew sliding down dirt hills, scrambling up a tree or two oh my friend, we had so little time and so much to do!

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Waiting is such sweet agonyTicking off each passing second Blood drop by blood dropMeasuring each merging minuteHeart wring by heart wringCounting every heavy hourDeath-Life by Death-LifeTake care to hurry your feet quicker to me my loveTake care for the waiting hour kills and stills My pulse beats in each nerve knotTake care and hurry for the life blood gushes away my loveWith each waiting

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Read my lips, read the words they mouthRead my eyes, reflecting my faithRead my heart beats, they thunder their loveCome bathe in my spirit, awash with my strengthCome dive beneath my ocean soul, you'll find the floor strewn with pearlsAnemones flashing, ruby red corals, and the shifting sands of time... Useless to most! For they buy no diamonds in our market cityBut few may fathom what they have

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My last breatheMy heart's bloodMy aspirations and all my strengthsAre yours to keep forever my loveBut please walk gently beside me pleaseMy soul runs deepMy arms are wideMy bosom soft to pillow your weary headAll these and more were always yours my loveBut please keep me gently by you pleaseMy heart is heavyMy eyes tear-ladenMy sighs follow quickly each other all dayI grapple with life's meaning

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By Buro, my broI was driving home, and I saw a cop pulling someone over.he might have been doing 50 in a 35 zone,and I said to myself……you know what….thats such an awful shame because its just a great day.I was out walking with Socrates and Platoand a two minute walk turned into a twenty minute walk,because it was warm and sunny and pleasant.I just wanted to meet everybody.Plato wanted to meet

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My muse are youUnbeknownst to youMy muse are youSending all my thoughts askewFiring off my inner peaceFlame engulfing my inner worldBirthing possibilities deep within my wombScratching bloody trails deep within my soulSmouldering away my inner peaceShaking away my carefully stacked contentmentMy muse are youUnbeknownst to you

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Oars in oars outThe silence of a twilight riverOccasional swoops of a pied kingfisherAlong the river’s banksOars in oars outThe waters gently sway my boatFrom side to sideAnd then again, before my boatFinds its balanceSinking into her silken watersDrowning waist-deep into her re-assuring bosomOars in oars outLulled into a sleepy melodyOf the rivers own song of contentmentMimicked by santoors and

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For each ecstatic instantWe must an anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy.For each beloved hourSharp pittances of years,Bitter contested farthingsAnd coffers heaped with tears.– Emily Dickinson

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Found the drafts of my long-forgotten PhD synopsis recently, tucked away in a cobweby corner of my Yahoo! Briefcase (a defunct service as of now). Since nothing much is going to happen to this anyway, thought I might as well put it up on my blog:

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“What should you put in your films? What can you leave out? Would you leave the city behind and go to the village where cows graze in the endless fields and the shepherd plays his flute?…Or would you rather stay where you are, right in the present, in the heart of this monstrous, teeming, bewildering city, and try to orchestrate its dizzying contrasts of sight of sight and sound and milieu?”-

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Existing ResearchWestern critiscism on Ray is for the most part hyperbolic and eulogistic in nature (Marie Seton’s Portrait of a Director: Satyajit Ray, 1971, and Pauline Kael’s review of Ghare Baire/The Home and the World are cases in point) and as such, such an adulatory approach does nothing to help study an individual’s work in the critical spirit of things. The first serious study of Ray’s

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Our Govt is clearly never enough prepared to tackle any real issues, be they man-made or natural calamities. This has been demonstrated over and over again. It is high time for us citizens of India to stand up and denounce these bunch of jokers. They have proved that they're incompetent fools, and I at least as a tax-paying citizen of this country, disown our entire Government. I don't recognise

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Not yet the time to breathe out, yet... but methinks I can begin the process... slowly. A jump taken nearly five months ago has just about begun to lead me to its culmination. I think I can modestly say that I've done it, well almost. Nothing earth-shattering really; but suffice it to say that it's been yet another challenging excercise aimed at proving points to myself, and I think I've almost

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August 2007 Coverstory for IMAGES RetailFor once, the business of entertainment retail and the entrepreneurial skills behind Indian showbiz has become just as exciting as thriller movie plots and on-screen histrionic talents. There are as many mushrooming multiplexes as there are malls -- and more are joining the brigade with old-style single-screen theatres being converted into three and

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D-CINEMA: THE NEW TECHNOLOGYDigital cinema, or d-cinema, involves the production, delivery and projection of feature films, trailers, advertisements and other audio/visual programmes to theatres, using digital technology. The d-cinema system uses a ‘store-and-forward’ model to distribute cinema that has been digitised, compressed, encrypted and delivered to theatres using either physical media

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OTHER ENTERTAINMENT RETAIL SEGMENTSMajor players in the Indian entertainment sector, such as the multiplex cinemas, may soon feel competition from new entrants in this segment -- the gaming industry. Kick-started in India with the entry of Microsoft’s X Box gaming retail format, gaming zones are increasingly becoming a rage among urban Indian youth. With the launch of Zapak, the ADAG venture

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Those who jump off a bridge in Paris are in Seine.A backward poet writes inverse. A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.Dijon vu: the same mustard as before.Practice safe eating -- always use condiments.Shotgun wedding: a case of wife or death. A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.A hangover is the wrath of grapes.Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.

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A sweet strain on an old guitarWafting on the breezeOf a mellow spring afternoon The scored, streaked tree trunk outside my windowRe-assuringly gnarledBranches heavy with plump bunches of violet and red and yellowA sleepy silence everywhereOccasionally brokenBy chirps and barks

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In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft Error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Here are some choice examples:Your file was so big.It might be very useful.But now it is gone.The Web site you seekCannot be located, butCountless more exist.Chaos reigns within.Reflect, repent, and reboot.Order shall return. Program aborting:Close all that you have worked on.You ask far

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A is for Apish(Office). This is where the average Kolkakattan goes and spends a day hard(ly) at work. If he is in the Government he will arrive at 10, wipe his forehead till 11, have a tea break at 12, throw around a few files at 12.30, break for lunch at 1, smoke an unfiltered cigarette at 2, break for tea at 3, sleep sitting down at 4 and go home at 5. It's a hard life!B is for Bhision. For

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My thoughts in disarrayAll stacked ideas thrown asunderWith two sweet impressionsInventedOn my cheeksWould you come To admire your creations?Would you comeTo kiss and make themFeel better about themselves?Would you come?Would you come To love themLike Pygmalion;And fall in love With your own Imagining?Would you comeAgain?

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D ivino campeón, I nigualable maestro, E spectacular número 10, G racias por nuestros O jos llenos de lágrimas de alegría. A quel golazo inolvidable R etando a la defensa inglés, M áximo ídolo de la A rgentina, símbolo N acional del país, D iego, el O rgullo de todos. M ejor que Pelé, A quí nosotros napolitanos R ecordaremos siempre en el A lma todo lo que nos D iste con la camiseta azul, O mamma

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Dear Sir,Now that you have been successful in insulating your comrades-in-arms from being disqualified for holding offices of profit, further to my mail of yesterday to you reproduced below, may I have the audacity to challenge you and your ilk to implement with immediate effect 75% reservation of all seats in all parliaments/state assemblies/panchayats for SC/ST/OBC?That would certainly be

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Mr Prakash Karat,Communist Party of India (Marxist) Dear Sir, I am sure you are aware of the nationwide agitation on the issue of reservations, though it is not clear to people like us whether you are in any way concerned. Would you care to explain to commoners like us what is more important to you all, providing food and at least primary education to all the children of this country or

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Mon Poulet Rôtiby Thomas KellerIngredientsOne 2 to 3 pound farm-raised chickenKosher salt and freshly ground black pepper2 teaspoons minced thyme (optional)Unsalted butterDijon mustard Preparation Preheat the oven to 450°F. Rinse the chicken, then dry it very well with paper towels, inside and out. The less it steams, the drier the heat, the better.Salt and pepper the cavity, then truss the bird.

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By Terry Ross (tross@mail.bcpl.lib.md.us)A bevy of quailA bouquet of pheasants [when flushed]A brood of hensA building of rooksA cast of hawks [or falcons]A charm of finchesA colony of penguinsA company of parrotsA congregation of ploversA cover of cootsA covey of partridges [or grouse or ptarmigans]A deceit of lapwingsA descent of woodpeckersA dissimulation of birdsA dole of dovesAn exaltation

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By Kushwant SinghSpring has given way to summer. My mango tree, which was in flowertill last month, has shed them and is loaded with tiny fruits. So aremy citrus trees – lemons, oranges and grape-fruit. A couple of weeksago, I spent my morning under a peach tree in full bloom. I now situnder the same tree with clusters of unripe peaches. The same birdsvisit my back garden – babblers, bulbuls,

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Space is important. Finding your own space under the sun; getting your own breathing space to survive. Space is in. Big time. I'm really looking at it from a publishing point of view. Short, crisp and precise write-ups. Controlled content. More white spaces on a page...give the reader enough space to muse on your thought. Back it all up with a full page visual. Very impactful. Double spread with

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How do I speak of the ache within?Of the dagger embedded deep within?The pain – blank, knowing no beginning nor endBlissfully unaware of what came before or afterJust a dull ache somewhere deep withinThe delicate neck bent over a thought The back of a headA smileA twinkle in the eyeA voiced stréssFingers flying over keysA raised brow and a curved lipAnd that stab againOf painDull and deepDo I

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A day of excess and indulgencesA day of unthirsting for my parched spiritA day of moistening for the parchment meLike diamond water dropletsOn my shrivelled leaf soulA strain of inner philharmonic At its orchestral best;Creative majestic -Soul soaring ariaAt its chorus happy best...An inner swirling dervishAt its foot flying best;Swirling swaying -Joyous gesturing At its synchronised best...A

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Bird Records Taken from The Bird Almanac by David M. Bird, PhDHave started taking an active interest in birds ever since I moved into my recent house in Gurgaon, where you get to see an amazing batch of avian species; crows and house sparrows being least common around here! So these are just a few amazing birds points I wanted to share: 1) heaviest and tallest bird: ostrich at maximum 156 kg

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No not autumn, which it is incidentally, but just the spectacle – a leaf falling, catching the bursts of sunlight through its serrated edges, catching the swirls, the loops, following its journey as far as the eye can follow (from a moving vehicle, let's face it, when do we get the time to catch it except while travelling – those mandatory traffic-heavy hours spent 'fruitlessly' each day...) as

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To all the Choton, Gul-Gul, Khoka, Laltu, Gogol, Tutu, Bubu, Khokon, Bhonda...et al This post is part of an ongoing series. In these pages, I will attempt to alert people to a great injustice that is being perpetrated upon the sons of Bengal. So you thought they were wimpy to begin with. Far from it, my friend. Their current state is a result of years of conditioning by the oppressors - namely

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Fine Dining TrendsAsian cuisines are no longer limited to 'Far Eastern' fare. In fact, cuisines from lands as varied as Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand and Korea are fast becoming an integral part of global lifestyles. Intercontinental Eros Executive Sous Chef, RAJDEEP KAPOOR prepares an awesome spread for FnL readers, with Pan-Asian foods that are representative of today's fastest-growing cuisine

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Now that our legendary summer is truly upon us with a vengeance, is the heat gettin' to ya? No problemo amigos! Bar and Beverages Expert, SANDEEP VERMA churns out refreshing summer coolers - fruity mocktails, chilled shakes and healthy smoothies - the good 'ol Indian way! Here he shares some of his best summer concoctions for FnL readers to try out at home. 1. Apple Cinnamon MojitoThis fragrant

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Global Breakfast TrendsBreakfast isn't called the most important meal of the day for nothing. Making time for eating a hearty morning meal is key to a healthy life. People the world over start their day with a nutritious meal to help them get through their day. Intercontinental Eros Executive Sous Chef, RAJDEEP KAPOOR takes FnL readers on a tour of what people around the world like to see on

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Lactose IntoleranceLactose intolerance, or milk intolerance, is the inability to digest lactose, a kind of sugar found in milk and milk products. Though there is no known way of preventing the development of lactose intolerance, removing milk and dairy products from the diet usually improves symptoms. FnL brings you various options for charting out a non-dairy diet.Eliminating milk from the diet

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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness –And Wilderness is Paradise enow.– Omar Khayyam, The RubaiyatAh wines! And just where and how does one begin to talk about these greatest of mankind's creations? Does one begin with the aroma or the bouquet? From the grape's origin or its colour? With the viticulturalist or

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Setting up a home bar and you’re all ready with your vodkas and whiskeys, but seem to be missing out on a certain something? Tired of shots and spirits on the rocks? Save your frettin’ and fumin’ for a rainy day pet, ‘cos we got some great ideas lined up for you – all ready to shake ‘n stir up things around the ‘ol celler!FRESH JUICESFruit juices should be right up there on your list this season.

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Of Napkins and ServiettesHave you had a feeling lately that whenever you’re out at these swanky eating places, those moments of stunned silence were not exactly being directed at that mutt on the next table? Have there been increased incidents of collected intakes of breath while you pulverised your pasta with the butter knife – or better still – while you were busy slurping up those dregs from

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By Saon Bhattacharya India’s eyewear and eye care industry has been up and growing over the years. Chief among the fast growing enterprises in the optical and ophthalmic sector has been GKB Rx Lens Pvt. Ltd.—India’s largest ophthalmic lens manufacturing establishment. Having been around for the last 40 years, this technology intensive company is India’s premium producer of lenses, together with

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Love is to sense that timid silence near you, without your knowledge Love is to remember your voice as you bid good-bye Love is to feel the warmth of your greeting on my cheek Love is to hide you so that we are alone for games and stories Love is to perceive in your absence the perfume of your being in my breath Love is to contemplate the star as you diminish into the darkness Salvador

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GOLD SOUK, GURGAON Designed by a team comprising renowned international architects Swanke Hayden Connel Architects, USA (architects of Trump Towers, New York), and C P Kukreja & Associates, India, Gold Souk is being promoted by the Aerens Group, one of the leading real estate developers of Delhi. The country’s first exclusive jewellery mall, the ‘Souk’, meaning bazaar in Arabic, is all set to

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RITZY RASEEL Raseel Gujral – the very name spells understated chic. The daughter of Satish Gujral and married to the handsome and debonair, Naveen Ansal, Raseel is hardly the woman to get overshadowed by the men in her life. A creative artist in her own right, she runs the interior designing venture, Casa Paradox, along with her husband from their retail store at 1 MG Road. Her designs reflect

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Article being published in the monthly magazine, Images Retail, October 2004 issue: WAY TO GO!In this special section, Saon Bhattacharya takes a look at some of the hot and happening retail destinations across the country. Large format shopping centres or standalone stores, these have become urban landmarks in their own rights and are creating profitable retail avenues for brands and retailers.

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SPENCER PLAZA, Chennai “The mall has it all.” Over the years, Chennai’s Spencer Plaza has become much more than the most popular retail destination of the city—it has metamorphosed into a major landmark! When an enclosed commercial complex begins to be associated with a metropole’s identity, much may be said about the abstractness and inwardness of modern urban spaces. Viewed from such

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OPTIONS, Rajkot “Your power to choose.” A premier lifestyle store that single-handedly accounts for nearly 30 percent of Saurashtra’s retail market in branded apparels and over 60 percent in branded watches and perfumes – that’s Options for you. A pioneering endeavour of entrepreneur, Bharat Thakkar, Options is the final fructification of his vision to offer his community a complete,

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THE FORUM, Kolkata March 2003, which saw the opening of Forum, could be considered as a major turnaround in the development of quality retail space in Kolkata. The success of this mall shattered the image of Kolkata as a conservative market. —Mr Anuj Puri, MD, Chesterton Meghraj Property Consultants The launch of Forum, the brainchild of Sunsam Properties of the Saraf Group, was a much-awaited

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Waiting for this period to tide over...believing in myself is all that I've been left with. It's at times like these that you realise the true worth of your friends and family. Know this sounds like a terrible cliche—but it's true, if it hadn't been for my husband, my parents, my brother, my friends Sunaina, Myriam, Saman and Arjun—I wouldn't have had the strength to tide over this period...and

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If you've noticed, my blogs tend to be very weekday-centric, and it's not as if I intended them to be that way. It's just the way they turn out——subconscious stuff I suppose. You get out of bed, go through the mechanical motions of getting ready for going to office, drag yourself out. Tell yourself, "It's just another day", and there you have it. What would I have done with my day, if it hadn't

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This started as a conversation with a friend of mine: Pizza, I'm sure many of you would agree, is absolutely NO comparison to good continental food. It's really an art, turning out good continental food, I mean. Much like understated, subtle Bong food. I mean not just anyone can get a shukto right or a simple kancha muger daal, illish machher morich jhol or a mochar ghonto (with or w/o chhingri

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Something for the Discerning Vodka Lover! An old favourite I found on the net...something to try for a very MERRY Christmas. Vodka & Red Bull Christmas Cake Ingredients: 1 cup water 1 cup of brown sugar 1 tsp baking soda 1 cup of sugar 1 tsp salt Lemon Juice 4 large eggs Nuts 1 bottle of Vodka 1 can of Red Bull 2 cups dried fruit

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Holy Cow (Some priceless contemplative gems from my friend: Abhi...) The reason I send you this mail is due to a holy cow. I must have told you that I've shifted residence a few days back. Now with a view not to lose contact with ground realities (even though I stay on the seventh floor which incidentally is very close to heaven), I sincerely walk down to the bus stand every morning (around

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Noticed the date again. What is it with Fridays and me? Or is it just the same with Fridays and everybody!!

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I know I never finished my Corbett travelogue, and here I am on yet another tiger trail. This time all roads, rather rails, lead to Ranthambor! RANTHAMBOR—has a nice royal tinge to it, don't you think? The Rajputs sure knew how to lay it out in style! Anyways, here goes. We're to board the Dehra Dun Express at 22.10 hrs from the New Delhi station tonight. Got bookings for a couple weekend deal

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Just noticed the date! Is it a sign or what?!

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I'm blogging after ages!! Thought my little spot under the net'd disappear...poof! But it's still here! Calouh Cullay!!

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Spent the best Diwali of my life at Corbett last Saturday with the folks, the darling hubby and our dear family friend Sunaina. Papa and Mamma arrived from Kolkata on Friday morning, didn't let them unpack. Sunaina slept over at our place on Friday night. Finished packing & went to sleep at 12.00, got up at 3.00 am. Our target was to hit the road by 4.00 on Saturaday morning, finally managed it

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Can truck rides become addictive?!?? me thinks I'm completely losing it, just got to go & enroll myself at a driving school first thing this weekend. Resolution of the day. So there!

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Took yet another truck ride to work today. Each new stomach-churning/bone-jarring/nerve-jangling journey strengthens my resolve to learn driving. It's not just the fear of not being able to manipulate a machine bigger than myself (with me in it!) but the added irritations of changing tyres and pushing cars that puts me off. The good thing about not driving is that you can pay people to do such

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There's this Brit (not from Ye Olde Ingelonde but from Fiji) in Gurgaon, who owns a pet python. And if you thought this 10 feet reptile stays safely encased in a glass box, you've got another thing coming—it slithers all over its Edenic flat! Guys, it takes all kinds to make this world!!

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What's wrong with me? Why can't I feel anything? Why am I not devastated? Why am I feeling like a fraud when people are sympathizing with me & generally treating me gently? My mom's had a heart attack for heaven's sake! Why can't I feel anything? What's wrong with me? Or can't I actually believe it, somewhere deep inside of me? Feeling that it's all going to turn out fine, that nothing's really

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shadow lines dancing patterns of gray-blue patchwork on my quilt tripping lines cross stitches of halting threadwork of my guilt? nervous kinds of haywire basket-weaves on my brain fuzzy minds confused hazes of steam-smoke in my eyes

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For some inscrutable reason, I've been thinking of Camus' Outsider this whole morning. Had read it for the first time in high school, when you're naturally rebellious & experimental with life. It's left an impression on me—an aching lonliness of stale cigarrette smoke and peeling paint...

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Arjun, If you can see yourself "walking thru the content" ten years down the line, just what happens to people like me? We become redundant & are gradually eased out of the job market?? Dreary picture that. Or do we turn into 'content visualizers'? Senior Content Visualizer. How does that sound?

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Thanks man Arjun, I needed that pep talk last night. I realise that it's never possible to remain satisfied even with your 'dream' job, but it doesn't hurt to keep striving for something better, now does it? Aspirational, that's the word. Something negative attached with: Ambitious. Don't see myself as that either, but 'aspirational', yes. Nice ring to it too...to aspire to do better...to aspire

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I must say this week has passed off rather quickly, thank god for that. I seem to be living from weekends to weekends these days—hell what 'weekends' yaar? Its just a bloody Sunday that I get off! Which doesn't seem to do enough for me anyway, being the kinda person, who needs a LOT of rest & lolling around. Need to conserve my energy man, need every ounce of it.

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The Hindu community of a certain economically disadvantaged neighbourhood in Kolkata was about to stall their annual Durga Puja celebrations this year due to a fund crunch. But that was till their Muslim neighbours stepped in and offered to help organise the community Puja, saying it would be a shame to stop a neighbourhood tradition just because of a shortage of funds. What can I say? I'm

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The words continue to inspire me with each passing year: I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would. I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would. Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world it's saddest sound It's saddest sound. I'd rather be a forest than

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By Diviya Upadhyaya "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside) God

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At the Twilight Hour Before the Birth of Time When a Formless Void Engulfed All— There was no Truth Nor any Untruth No Embracing Universe Nor Firmament Stretched across an Azure Canvas; When Shadows of Ignorance Veiled Knowledge from a Restless Mind— Then was Born a Star Nascent, Pure and Luminous Born to Dispel the Darkness Born to Father Warmth It Chased the Reigning Night away And Ushered

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Beyond the Umbra of Time When Chaos Reigned Supreme— Shooting Stars Like Arrows Shot Across Azure Trails And Struck the Heart of Darkness— Impregnating the Void With Seeds of New Beginnings. And Thus Rose A Lone Tune Above the Tumultuous Air Gently at First, But Soon Gathering Tempo It Broke into a Joyous Aria— And Reaching a Crescendo It Shattered Into a Thousand Shards Of Life.

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Somewhere Deep Within The Dark Folds of the Cosmic Womb— A Star is Born. An Entity, Pure, Blissful and Luminous. Reverberating with the Echoes of the Primeval Word; Illuminated by the Nascent Rays of Hope— Pulsating with the Rhythmic Drumbeats of Life.

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Dead heart Dead dull Heavy heavy heart As you turn away from me Turn and leave me to be free Free to love you to my depths Free to hurt and burn On my own Yes, this pain you leave me Is mine Alone My hurt to own You're mine even when You turn away from me And leave me to be free—

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It'll take me some time me thinks to figure out how this thing really works...for instance, I just can't see my postings beyond Thursday on my home comp...can't figure it out exactly...refreshing my browser doesn't seem to help either... Anyway, there were a couple of stuff I've been meaning to store away neatly for sometime now. It's been a while since I've made my peace with it; and now it's

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This mail was simply a treat for someone who looks up at the clouds and imagines them to be fluffs of vanilla ice-cream—another friend of mine, Mayurika, tells me that I think in 'gastronomic metaphors'! So this was just too good to pass off... "Dear Munni That digestive part of your mail prompts me in retrieving this good old good one. Am really sorry if the mail leaves you gasping for more

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This is what I received in my mail from my long-estranged & refound childhood friend: Abhi. There's more to come. I'm cluless about where he gets all this stuff from: he refuses to divulge his secret source—but they are just too good to be lost in cyber-space, so here goes...way to go Abhi! "BHALENTINER DIN - BANGALI JODI..... Tumi samudra ami aranya, tumi Amit ami Labonya; Tumi bhugol ami

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Arjun says, "The human body is by far the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread." But I beg to differ—the unparalleled Sukumar Ray had written in one of his nonsense rhymes, and I quote: "...kintu shobar chaite bhalo, pau ruti ar jhola gur...". Translation: ...but the best thing of all is bread and gur... So go figure!

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Wonder who came up with the bright idea of having a weekend in the first place? The Jewish Sabbath? The Christian Sunday or the Muslim Jumma? Did Indians get the concept of the 'rest-day' from one of these 'Abrahamitic' religions? Wonder what we did when we had no 'Sunday'? Or do primarily agricultural & trading societies not have any concept of 'resting' from work? Did the English bring it to us

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