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Catharsis: Duplicate
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Friday, May 29, 2009. Anyone had the misfortune of seeing the movie called "Duplicate"? Anyhow, I saw the film again yesterday. Well, the film droned(for want of a better word). I am not trying to sound didactic or anything, but it shouldn't be watched unless you are faced with a worse option. There is particular scene where the evil Shah Rukh(there were two, remember? The magic, i feel, happens during the brief moment when the diamonds fall, one by one. There is something about that scene that I fin...
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: June 2009
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I talk a lot. View my complete profile. What Goes On Elsewhere. The "One-in-a-generation Person" :-P. Sign at an upmarket store in Copenhagen: [image: men, women, furs next door]. The one who believes himself to have improved in punctuation. (ahem! Unpublished posts. Long forgotten. I'd trade my Gunner jersey to make this a real moment. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: November 2011
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Saturday, November 26, 2011. Tambourine Man, before dawn. Listening to Hey Mr. Tambourine Man at one in the morning is a strange and beautiful experience. I can feel every tiny vibration in his voice that I never heard before, it's as though he's singing it somewhere far way, right now, and knows I am listening. We share this moment, between us it's like a secret about a third person that we have been keeping for years. Links to this post. I talk a lot. I'm s...
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: Sapitals
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Wednesday, March 25, 2009. So, when she came online, I decided to make her day by informing her in a sentence that I had got capitals from her. However, one little quirk of destiny—(finger, rather)- -ensured that the sentence would make history. Me: I’ve got sapitals from you! Now, I could easily have put a *capitals in the next line and drawn an end to it, but for some reason, I didn’t. Let’s see what she makes of the word, I thought. I don't even know you: ...
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: June 2012
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Thursday, June 28, 2012. This blog has been abandoned in public interest. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I talk a lot. View my complete profile. What Goes On Elsewhere. The "One-in-a-generation Person" :-P. Sign at an upmarket store in Copenhagen: [image: men, women, furs next door]. The one who believes himself to have improved in punctuation. (ahem! Unpublished posts. Long forgotten. I'd trade my Gunner jersey to make this a real moment.
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: Tambourine Man, before dawn.
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Saturday, November 26, 2011. Tambourine Man, before dawn. Listening to Hey Mr. Tambourine Man at one in the morning is a strange and beautiful experience. I can feel every tiny vibration in his voice that I never heard before, it's as though he's singing it somewhere far way, right now, and knows I am listening. We share this moment, between us it's like a secret about a third person that we have been keeping for years. December 9, 2011 at 11:50 AM. I'm so ti...
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: Being a song. Being a bird.
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Saturday, August 13, 2011. Being a song. Being a bird. In class nine, I heard Simon and Garfunkel for the first time. The song I heard was called Homeward Bound. “Every day’s an endless dream of cigarettes and magazines. Each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories, and every stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be homeward bound.”. 8220;Home, where my love lies waiting. Silently for me.”. 8230;silently for me. Who can she be? Subsc...
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand.: Restlessness III
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Saturday, March 14, 2009. Am I spelling the word right? That's the third time I spelt it. I'm sure I've got it wrong this time. Jamais vu. (Or maybe I spelt it wrong right from the beginning! Warning: Anyone who looks for coherence in my blog right now is a dimwit. Go somewhere else. I am just taking my restlessness out here. I have Amitava Ghosh, George Eliot(no, not Silas Marner), Thomas Moore, those complicated-named authors whom I can't spell (Dostoevsky ...
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Catharsis: project decadence.
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Thursday, June 4, 2009. What a week. And what smoldering experiences. Should i enumerate them? But that means following a method, an order. Pip. Heck, i have so much to write about. On second thoughts, no, not really. Stuff that i shan't write about, cant write about, stuff that i, unfortunately, forgot. About Rorogression then. Its a progression of a unnerving variety. Shattering content, as you will see. First sms: Rick. tor hobe. Second sms: Rick, tor ei hobe, shei hobe. I passed.) gave impetus to...
