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snapshots...: December 2009
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Thursday, December 31, 2009. The sights and sounds all around are typical and familiar. Belly dancers, smelly dancers, Master "Bapi" and DJ "Montu" are all in town! There is no escaping the usual overload of 'teasers' - a diarrhoea of adverts on the telly, and on the radio, repeated text messages and emails - the newspaper, meanwhile, has an extended 'Page 3' that's spread over its entirety. 'Colourful', to say the least - you could almost use the pages as wrapping paper. Look! You get a full 5% off!
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snapshots...: February 2009
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Monday, February 23, 2009. An you tell a chameleon apart from the branches of a tree? Am I a friend or your arch-enemy? I am an everyday 'con-man' - a master of disguise;. I am everything you adore and everything you despise! Fact is, the moment I walk through these doors. My mission begins - I am. Rust' is a common error, the temptation is compelling;. So, even after the lethal blow, you do not feel the swelling. You are numb, in a trance, you do not see the puppet strings;. I remain unstoppable - I am.
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snapshots...: mutiny...!
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Monday, September 20, 2010. He 'king' does not deserve his crown, he is unworthy of his throne! They won't leave him alone;. For the gloves are now off and his cover is blown! Look again - those are cheap imitations. Won't work, you see? There he is, tripping on his own limitations. RAINS COFFEE AND VERSE. Felt like you used to promise more. Dedicated to Buddhadeb Bhattacharya? Rainmaker/romit - ha ha ha. wasnt intended to sound that way, but now that you mention it. :-) . View my complete profile.
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snapshots...: ... tomorrow!
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Monday, July 25, 2011. Ometimes, when you over-think,. There are tears in your eyes 'cause you forgot to blink,. Tears of love, tears in ink . The light starts fading, the minutes go by –. You’ve decided, yet you still ask 'why'. Change is constant, Permanence is fleeting;. If this is the rule, why does it feel like I'm cheating? Esterday is gone for good. And I'd bring it back. if I only could! Today is grossly misunderstood. And then Tomorrow, everything will change -. Yes, an obscure, wishful notion.
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snapshots...: how I wish...
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Monday, January 09, 2012. N album with a coffee stain,. Another trip down memory lane. Revisiting the 'Happy' and the 'Sad'. Days of gloom and days of glory,. Every picture has a story,. A 'movie' of the times that we've all had. Nd when I turn the page. To a different time, a different age,. An emptiness turns the joy into sorrow. All those things that you'd say -. It seems just like yesterday! How I wish that you were there for Tomorrow. O many envelopes and letters,. I have yet another drink,. Snapsho...
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snapshots...: September 2007
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Saturday, September 29, 2007. Within minutes of Dhoni. Lifting the coveted T20. Cup, the lights went out, almost in celebration! It had already been raining with a vengeance for the better part of the evening, but almost every living creature in our neighbourhood remained glued to the match. Meanwhile, the water-level had also 'risen' to the occasion; it had cleverly made it's way into ground-floor apartments, garages (in some cases, dangerously close to CESC. Eventually, by the time Team India. But it i...
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snapshots...: November 2010
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010. He clock keeps ticking…. Clear and loud inside your head;. It is perhaps the echo of a pounding heart. In this solemn silence,. Drops of water ‘crash’ onto the sink…. Here is a sudden confusion…. As you lie motionless, almost dead;. Reality and illusion cannot be told apart. 8216;Suspended’, you panic,. For you now attempt to think…. Ild at first, but soon profound…. This ‘numbness’ begins to spread;. The world around you turns into Modern Art. In this dreary realm of dread.
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snapshots...: ...the adversary!
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Brandish my sword with an air of defiance - a picture of arrogance and skill. Throughout this seemingly endless chase,. I have never caught a glimpse of his face. I am in pursuit of a villain, an imposter, a foe - I will strike him down, I will kill! N this nearly infinite, uncharted expanse, I search for clues in the ‘mist’. Fighting the storms of misery and pain,. I cross this uneven, uncertain terrain. I will not retreat, nor accept defeat – I will move on; I must persist. Very ...
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snapshots...: jerry's song...
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011. Ack then, when I could 'fly',. Before they clipped my wings,. I used to be that special guy. Who could do those fancy things. But that was then and this is now;. I often sit and wonder how,. While Jacob strums on his guitar and Jerry sings. Can no longer recall the words he said,. As my fist went crashing into the side of his head -. He fell right to the floor and just died! Then I remembered her face,. The shame, the disgrace,. And how she'll never find a safe place to hide.
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snapshots...: ...high!
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010. He clock keeps ticking…. Clear and loud inside your head;. It is perhaps the echo of a pounding heart. In this solemn silence,. Drops of water ‘crash’ onto the sink…. Here is a sudden confusion…. As you lie motionless, almost dead;. Reality and illusion cannot be told apart. 8216;Suspended’, you panic,. For you now attempt to think…. Ild at first, but soon profound…. This ‘numbness’ begins to spread;. The world around you turns into Modern Art. In this dreary realm of dread.