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Arnold says hi: October 2005
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Where is there time in the world for a cygnet/duck? No where. No one makes time. Well that's all gonna change. Now. Sunday, October 09, 2005. A muse to excellence. Arnold puts a contemporary view on things. Posted by Potted-flower @ 11:12 AM. Arnold's pretty fond of:. Adopt your own virtual pet!
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gabbles
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Tracking a person is the hardest thing I've done to death. But it's the thing I know how to do. I follow the prey with all the keenness of a bloodhound. Or, I would like to believe that I do. It's not quite so hard, though. I've done this forever. Reading people, following people. It's knowing people that I try to do. That's my job. Knowing people. I'm good at it. That's why they hire me. Give it to me," I croak again, and I thrust my hand out. I ask, handling the tie in my...
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Thursday, July 28, 2005. This is Delhi, my adopted home. How strange it is, the Querulous wonders. I’ve lived here in this city for close to seven years now, yet this is my first proper visit to the fort. My first visit, since I was a five-year old child in a powder blue jumpsuit, walking along with the customary traveling pair of Bengali parents. (Bengalis travel that’s what we do, intrepid pioneers of the first order! Have I seen you before? The Quiet is suckling on a finger. Perhaps, in Calcutta?
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gabbles
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Tracking a person is the hardest thing I've done to death. But it's the thing I know how to do. I follow the prey with all the keenness of a bloodhound. Or, I would like to believe that I do. It's not quite so hard, though. I've done this forever. Reading people, following people. It's knowing people that I try to do. That's my job. Knowing people. I'm good at it. That's why they hire me. Give it to me," I croak again, and I thrust my hand out. I ask, handling the tie in my...
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gabbles
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005. Krish shifted gears smoothly, and the car lurched forward in one seamless motion. He let out a sigh then, before moving the joystick forward, and switched the radio on. As the hard beat of the Afro bongo banged throughout the car interior, the Baleno coursed out over the smooth stretch of tarmac that Mumbaikars (. He wondered, idly, for a split second) called The Queen’s Necklace. This is my city. Faster than the speed of light. So I held her hand and told her that she was the mo...
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A Little South Of Sanity: Murphy at work
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A Little South Of Sanity. Life of a Software Engineer.LIVE from India. Friday, August 12, 2005. Never, never plan things well in advance. Why? Now, tomorrow "P" was supposed to be here with couple of her friends and again we planned everything meticulously and what happens? The plan goes for a toss and we can't meet. When you really long for something there is a very high possibility that you won't get it. Ever heard of Murphy's Laws? Because most of the friends are out to their native places.
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A Little South Of Sanity: Naram Masala
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A Little South Of Sanity. Life of a Software Engineer.LIVE from India. Thursday, November 10, 2005. Herapheri had a perfect script and some superb acting by Paresh Rawal and Om puri. Humgama again had a hilarous script but wasn't as good as Herapheri. Hulchul left me wondering why the movie was made. And now after watching Garam Masala I seriously think Priyadarshan should pack his luggage and leave Mumbai. Can't believe the same director gave us a classic viz. Herapheri. Whats wrong in the movie?
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L.I.P
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Friday, January 11, 2008. Anna Piutti Poetry Without Borders. Http:/ annapiuttipoetry.blogspot.com/. The flight to Italy carries me with anticipation, for LIP is a first journey but this trip had to be taken meeting Anna in her homeland. Italy can only be described through an eye of an Italian: ". Â " Anna draws for us an image of modern Italy. She continues sketching a deep picture of where poetry stands in Italy ". As a so-called commuter student, I can easily be found aboard trains and city buses in t...
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Verses' Trail: November 2007
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Thursday, November 15, 2007. I want to gather all my thoughts on my past and put them aside in some box which would slowly ebb away. In the meantime I can carve my new life, with new experiences and new thoughts. Is it possible to let the past stay and still be at peace with the present? Doesn’t your past have a bearing on your present?
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Verses' Trail: November 2012
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Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem. Tuesday, November 20, 2012. Once upon a time. There was a time when i used to write. About you and me, about the moon and the sky,. About the wind and the dancing trees. There was a time when i used to dream. Of you and me, of smiles and tears,. Of gossamer touch and subtle words. There was a time when i used to hope. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
