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Nothing happens!: 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
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Monday, May 30, 2005. Then it occurs to him. Like a flash. He tries to arrange it in plain, no-frills, brass tacks terms in his head. It frightens him. But now that he has had this brush with actually finding the point of his life he is in danger of being thrown out of the orbit. He knows that he probably could not live the same life any longer, if he had found her. But what was there beyond the orbit? What did it mean to have no trajectory? What is there beyond the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
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Nothing happens!: 04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005. Much of modern philosophising tries to establish some point in the very pointlessness of life, of anything. He doesn’t see any. There is really no secret, nothing lying at the centre waiting to be revealed. There is no destination, only another road at the end of the road. The same onion story. Why does he go on living, then? Largely, because he is stuck with life. The switching cost to non-life is too high. Now that he is stuck, what does he do to bide his time?
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Nothing happens!: 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
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Monday, August 30, 2004. She, the sparrow. Posted by Sourav at 8:47 PM. Monday, August 23, 2004. As soon as he is done posting, an emptiness hits him. So long, the vision was his, very intimately, very secretly, his own. Now that he had translated it in words and laid it bare in front of the world, he has nothing to cling to. He feels naked. God! She is on the. And then his impudent hope has the gall to sermonise to him everything has a purpose! Posted by Sourav at 4:26 PM. Saturday, August 21, 2004.
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Nothing happens!: 06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005
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Sunday, June 26, 2005. Every cloud has a silver lining. A saving grace of the debacle was that he now had more data about the person that reminded him about love. At least she no longer was confined to a vision distorted by desire and worn by repetition. He had seen her, heard her voice. Poor, poor man. The carefully built mental image is at loggerheads with the visual image of the same woman and he doesn’t know whose side to take. Posted by Sourav at 12:39 AM. Thursday, June 23, 2005. The moment hung st...
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Nothing happens!: 01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006
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Monday, January 09, 2006. I wake up with an acute physical awareness of it. Then I remember that it is Sunday and that I do not have a project deadline coming up, which means I can go back to sleep. Then I remember all the ugly details. The laundry, the cooking for the week, the dutiful phone calls to India, all that I leave for Sunday. I try to go back to sleep again, and end up staying in bed for another half-hour or so, with eyes wide open, mind vacant, thoughtless, and aware only of it. I cannot swit...
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Nothing happens!: 10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005. Then there is the problem with life that is her own, when left to herself. Why does she want to be alone? Posted by Sourav at 12:31 AM. Wednesday, October 12, 2005. She mumbles a god-knows-what and keeps herself immersed in the moment. Tries to hold on to it. Takes another desperate drag, as if she can store the moment inside her and carry it along. But someone else says something else. Then someone else. How she craves for a drop of life that is her own! This tag brought me ...
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Nothing happens!: 08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005
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Thursday, August 11, 2005. In Search of Meaning. He crossed the street, and the question chased him home. So, what does he mean? What on earth did he want to tell her? He realises that he had nothing to say to her. Nor was he interested in the content of what he conveyed to her, except to will her to come to the café everyday, every minute. He was never interested in the woman who she was in. He had not created her. For the first time in a few months, he stayed home in the evening. He is thrown out by th...
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Nothing happens!: 07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005
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Monday, July 25, 2005. She has come with her friends. They look happy. They look full. No chinks. No doubts. No entry. He too is happy, when she is absorbed and oblivious. Then he can comfortably withdraw from the happenings around him, forget the tension, and convert the café into a 3D cinema screen. He suddenly feels tired of running after the squirrel. He desperately looks for the sparrow. But there are so few birds in the land around him today. Posted by Sourav at 11:12 PM. Tuesday, July 12, 2005.
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Nothing happens!: 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
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Saturday, September 04, 2004. There is no story here, he discovers. But does there have to be one? Posted by Sourav at 1:10 AM. View my complete profile. Another of Those Cookery Blogs. And now for something completely different. A thing of beauty.and another. Tags old and new. Waiting for her on a Sunday. I am sorry for these long pauses. I am working on .
