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Pen rests and keys speak...: December 2005
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Pen rests and keys speak. Sunday, December 25, 2005. People are getting ready for the midnight mass on the eve of Christmas and he stands there on the streets of Leuven. Movement, which I visited in Brussels only a few hours before this memorable site of Leuven. I just wonder why this extra-ordinary person's financial condition is not even ordinary? I am happy that he still stands there - like his town which still stands even after being destroyed twice by Germans. Posted by Amit @ 10:14 AM. Thursday, De...
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Pen rests and keys speak...: May 2006
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Pen rests and keys speak. Tuesday, May 16, 2006. I have started a new blog. A few days back. This, obviously will reduce the frequency of posts on this older blog. The new blog. Which I have named प ट र भ न मत क. Is in Hindi, and is published in Devanagari with the help of unicode. If it interests you. Posted by Amit @ 11:11 AM. Tuesday, May 02, 2006. Eat my bullet and seekh angrezi. Not very long before, I had written a post titled Lost in Translation. Had given a very nice comment. And today I saw here.
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Pen rests and keys speak...: April 2006
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Pen rests and keys speak. Wednesday, April 19, 2006. Radio days are back. Ye aakashwani hai, ab aap. Some twenty years back, this was the fastest source in my home to remain connected with the rest of the world. I explicitly remember, we had a "transistor radio set" while many of my friends had got TVs and audio cassette players. Wow! That was something, you could listen your favourite song anytime you want! Well, Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi. Posted by Amit @ 4:10 PM. Tuesday, April 04, 2006. Now a days, w...
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Pen rests and keys speak...: March 2006
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Pen rests and keys speak. Wednesday, March 29, 2006. How can you save the daylight? People say, advance your clocks by one hour and the daylight will be saved! DST) has started here from this Sunday, and still I am not able to convince myself if it is really useful. Why is it observed at all? I asked many and two of the responses were:. This is for the farmers. They need more sunlight! If clocks are shifted by an hour, farmers will get up early and will do more work in their farms! This is to save energy.
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Pen rests and keys speak...: January 2006
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Pen rests and keys speak. Monday, January 30, 2006. This is what Sohan Lal Dwivedi said about him (an excerpt):. Online interface of ITRANS. Is acknowledged for writing text in Devanaagari. Posted by Amit @ 5:31 PM. Friday, January 27, 2006. Yesterday was so special to me. I was surrounded by so many Indians away from home. I happened to take part in the flag hoisting ceremony on Republic Day. The programme was colourful, so were the sarees. Echoed very differently inside. Then, there were Samosas,.
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Pen rests and keys speak...: February 2006
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Pen rests and keys speak. Tuesday, February 28, 2006. Some coincidences are just beautiful, like this one. Few days back in an article, I had mentioned Dharmavir Bharti. One of my favourite poets' name. Of course, the spell-check program was unable to identify it and instead suggested to use the word Dreamweaver. This was a wonderful suggestion indeed. After all, this is precisely what he did throughout his life, and in fact one of his books is titled Sapna abhi bhi. Posted by Amit @ 5:10 PM. Then I real...
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Pen rests and keys speak...: November 2005
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Pen rests and keys speak. Wednesday, November 30, 2005. Wedneday, November 30 2005. and that completes my "first calendar month outside India". Posted by Amit @ 6:36 PM. Wo kamra yaad aata hai. Main jab bhi zindagi ki chilchilatee dhoop mein tapkar. Main jab bhi doosron ke aur apne jhooth see thak kar. Se lad ke khud se haar ke. I us ik kamre mein jaata tha. Wo halke aur gehre katthai rangon ka ik kamra. Wo behad meherbaan kamra. Jo apni narm mutthi mein mujhe aise chhupa leta tha. Pyaar se daante,.
