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Desipience: Doldrums
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A blog.or something like it. Sunday, 2 May 2010. I woke up this morning promptly at the stroke of eight, defiantly resisting the ever-alluring alternative of the snooze button. The smell of wet earth still lingered in the air. Petrichor, I think, is the word for it. For once, I remembered to pour coffee powder into my filter (Yes, thank you PPT. For the fourth time this week, I sit down with a copy of. Gone With The Wind,. Waits on my bookshelf, as do. The amazing winds last night brought back fond memor...
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Desipience: Empty Spaces
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A blog.or something like it. Monday, 15 February 2010. Heaven knows I’m a hypersomniac of the first order. There are few things I enjoy more than slipping into the warm embrace of my quilt at the end of a hard (which, like everything else in the world, is a relative term) day’s work. The same old routine was repeated this Friday. A high-octane Meta v Mech football game and a three-hour sermon on desh bhakti. Nevertheless, true-believers that we were, we walked. We walked until our. This is what you kept ...
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Desipience: Upsilamba
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A blog.or something like it. Wednesday, 7 July 2010. My first memory of life in Flat No. 704 is of borrowing Cousin B's camera for taking a picture of the view from my balcony. With me in the foreground, of course. As one Vincent van Gogh would concur, self-portraits are no mean task and my dozen odd attempts were all in vain, (quite like the ones. For now, I'll just look forward to Bangalore and the deluge of nostalgia and hope that comes with it. PS: I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too! Plus,...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: January 2013
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Saturday, January 26, 2013. Most parents warn you about being committing too much heart to things. The exuberance of adolescence rarely gives way to sagely restraint, but that is the fine tightrope to adulthood that parents guide you on quite like how China's young gymnasts are trained. Don't you scream and fight at those anymore? Became a catchphrase uttered with great vengeance and furious anger. By us even at gully cricket games . The gentlemanship on show by the mast...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: November 2014
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Thursday, November 6, 2014. We all had our own reasons for being there at that point of time - Kedia. And I to watch live tennis, Baheti. Had missed a train (or two) to join friends on another trip, and Kitty. Could think of no other city that would give her more joy than the one we were in. We were the first to get back to the dingy apartment deep inside a suburban locality rife with class divides and unorganised crime, with Kitty. Expand your horizons."). Was just not ...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: December 2013
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Sunday, December 22, 2013. The Pursuit of Happiness. Literature, cinema, art, music and all such forms of entertainment have one thing in common – they’ve created abstract concepts out of ostensibly simple-sounding words like love, friendship, hatred. Take, for example, the case of an arbitrary lady, say, Lata. Soon enough, to be financially independent, to buy her parents a lovely anniversary gift, to occasionally splurge on a fancy three-course meal – and all tha...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: January 2015
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Wednesday, January 28, 2015. After an early winter sunset, our cab screamed past Gurgaon's towers and South Delhi's wide boulevards, hurtling through the capital's northern part's patchwork roads before emerging onto the smooth National Highway - 1. Kilometres of shimmering dew-covered fields and highway motels were covered in a few hundred seconds. I couldn't wait for a warm bed and the promise of a night's sleep far, far away from Kolkata. I hate this place. A week of ...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: New Slang
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Thursday, December 25, 2014. Gold teeth and a curse for this town - were all in my mouth. Only I don't know how, they got out, dear.". The Shins' most popular song played perfect background accompaniment to Natalie Portman's varying degrees of smiles. That scene from Garden State. Like that song she just recommended. Turn me back into the pet; I was when we met. I was happier then, with no mind-set.". And if you took to me like a gull takes to the wind,. To light you up;...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: May 2015
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Sunday, May 3, 2015. I spent almost six months listening to Coldplay's The Hardest Part. Daily that year. Being the lunatic romantic that I was then, I didn't deem it just coincidental that I first heard its opening lines the night of the call. 8230; And the hardest part - was letting go, not taking part. Twas the hardest part. The patch of hair dyed blonde above his forehead lent one man the stubborn, if not imaginative, nickname Blaundie. My funnily long full name, and...
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The Geek speaks... or rather types!: November 2012
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The Geek speaks. or rather types! Monday, November 5, 2012. Another blank HR form for some firm that wouldn't shortlist me thanks to my abysmal academic credentials in college lay staring at me; not really begging to be filled straightaway. Despite the multitude of things to be done on my things-to-do list (making one such list was on my things-to-do list; this is an infinite mirror loop. Usually puts paid to the hope of doing anything substantial until last-minute panic. A pocketful of gold? PS : Do NOT...
