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Chintans Musings: April 2007
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007. I'll miss you, Scholars Avenue. Today, as I walked with Buzz (Basant, my fellow Executive Editor) on the Scholars' Avenue, with a couple of Scholars' Avenues in my hand (pun intended), there was this excitement juxtaposed with a sense of longing. Damn! This is it - I won't be able to do this any more. I'll miss interviewing the bigwigs coming to campus. I'll miss interviewing the mavericks and achievers inside campus. I'll miss the two-hour chats with Sunny on "Lets make things b...
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Chintans Musings: The End of an Era
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Monday, December 12, 2011. The End of an Era. It seems like just yesterday when he moved into the house, and knowing that I was preparing for my prelims, cooked me dinner and came invitingly into my room with a plate in one hand and an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. "Yeh lo, khaao! You've got to excuse me for getting emotional. Here's raising a toast to the quickest guy that I know - Sriramkumar Venugopalan. A CEO coming to a company near you. Posted by Chintan @ 11:49 PM. View my complete profile.
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Chintans Musings: May 2008
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Saturday, May 10, 2008. Yes, its a beautiful day. On a warm Saturday evening,. When the sun is not yet down. When the leaves babble in the wind. When the Golden Gate glisters across the horizon. When the Bay beams in joy. There's someone, stashed in a cubicle. The sun teases to draw you outside. The leaves cackle in hope for distraction. The Golden Gate glitters but is not gold. The Bay can't wash away the miseries. True happiness lies at the desktop. Or so the mind says. Some day I'll beckon the sun.
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Chintans Musings: September 2006
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Friday, September 15, 2006. S I D S E T H @ S T A N F O R D . E D U. Sid was this verbose fellow even during the JEE days, when I first met him at a lecture. I thought someone would be really dumb to be an optimist and pay 15 grand for a crash course, after clearing the Screening with a huge 4-figure rank from Nasik, where IIT-JEE was probably just as unheard as feminism is in Afghanistan. Well, what do you know? I spot him during Counselling! At Puri beach, Yuva and Lakshya at Bangalore, the ship-ride a...
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Who stole the colors?: January 2006
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Who stole the colors? Some pics in white and black. Tuesday, January 03, 2006. Posted by Abhas Kumar at 8:13 PM. Links to this post. Ghaziabad, Uttar Pradesh, India. I am still trying to figure out about myself. If you know anything about me, please let me know. View my complete profile. EPFL pics: Colored photoblog. There are crosses for all shoulders. You do not require colors.
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Some musing!: April 2005
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Some random thoughts that keep me going! Saturday, April 02, 2005. Why did Ramji leave Sitaji? Only a few days back, I had the opportunity to listen to Anup Jalota at ABES. In a. He drew our attention to the fact that. Ram-sita koi na kehta, sab kahte sita-ram". Nobody says Ram-Sita, but everyone says Sita-Ram), thus giving more importance to. I started out with the post asking. Was with him in his thick and thin. Do you think that it was a justified move by Ramji? Infact was even ". Ramji lived his life...
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Chintans Musings: Pull me close, my dear
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Monday, February 14, 2011. Pull me close, my dear. This stillness has become music to my ears. Notes that only I claim to hear. Should I be enticed by my solitude again. Please pull me close, my dear. My world exists in the spoken delirium. And silence quivers like leaves in the fall. Should I fail to read the farthest corners of your mind,. I pray your eyes do beckon the call. The wanderer within grows restless. And eggs on the feet to shuffle. Should I try to disentangle myself from you. A week in the ...