tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50961942012-02-03T20:53:20.414+05:30insights,observations,gleanings....KPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010550279402462880noreply@blogger.comBlogger3731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096194.post-89696614484541801722012-02-03T20:53:00.001+05:302012-02-03T20:53:20.475+05:30

How to come to terms with "lost" friends?3 I can think of, right now. And 3 gaping holes in my heart. Time not healing them. Memory grows fainter each year, and the mind comes to terms. But in the deepest recesses of my soul, the voids they have left, refuse to let me be whole.

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It started innocuously enough.with attending a zakir hussain concert...who wouln't want to? he's scintillating, after all - and on the wrong (or really right) side of sixty!and then it was a drug. Zakirsaab...then Niladri...then the Xavier's music festival...and Rashid Khan...and days blended into nights and nights blended into days...kumar gandharva unabashedly poured sweet nectar to keep my

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Humne rangon ki nahi, Shabdon ki holi kheli thi.

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In respect, memory and honour.Anil Chauhan, my driver, passed away this morning. He epitomized all tht is right, righteous, good and kind. In the tumultuous and disturbing times we live in, he truly made me believe that there is still hope for mankind.He was a joyful smiling soul, with unfailing devotion to work and mankind.He had a penchant for child-like observation (bhabhi, look – multiple

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Jee ke toh dekh yaar...Nahi hota toh mar ke...Yun sirf waqt bitaane ke badle...Kuch naa kuch karke toh dekh!

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"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice." — Robert Frost

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Sadness. If it's seeds are sown deep in your heart, how can you ever hope to escape?

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If you would please let me know what my calling might be, I promise to spend the rest of our life as an avid devotee...

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We think, somehow, as we get older... We become wiser. One would like to believe that one gets better at seldlf defence. Alas, no such luck really. It almost feels like the intensity of pain... The depths of the valley. The jab of the knife and the stings of the poison only seem to deepen. The crimson turned to red, then maroon.. And muddy brown till finally it charred the muscle.One then looks

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If you would please let me know what my calling might be, I promise to spend the rest of our life as an avid devotee...

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Because tragedy forces you to open your eyes and think about what is really important to you. To stop being an ostrich. And that is painful.

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On this blog, I've spoken Somewhere, abt seeking to understand before being understood as the key to happiness. I can't seem to do enough of it. You think?

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In the throes of trying to resolve something stupid. One gets caught.

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Life is but a Dreamby Lewis CarrollA boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of JulyChildren three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hearLong has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July.Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.Children yet, the tale

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An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it so often that you think I will soon return. To tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my mind. For the spring days come again time after time; the full moon takes leave and comes on another visit, the flowers come again and blush upon their branches year after year, and it is likely that I take my

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Extinguish Thou My Eyesby Rainer Maria RilkeExtinguish Thou my eyes: I still can see Thee, deprive my ears of sound: I still can hear Thee, and without feet I still can come to Thee, and without voice I still can call to Thee.Sever my arms from me, I still will hold Thee with all my heart as with a single hand, arrest my heart, my brain will keep on beating,and Should Thy fire at last my brain

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Extinguish Thou My Eyesby Rainer Maria RilkeExtinguish Thou my eyes: I still can see Thee, deprive my ears of sound: I still can hear Thee, and without feet I still can come to Thee, and without voice I still can call to Thee.Sever my arms from me, I still will hold Thee with all my heart as with a single hand, arrest my heart, my brain will keep on beating,and Should Thy fire at last my brain

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Music, When Soft Voices Dieby Percy Bysshe ShelleyMusic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

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Music, When Soft Voices Dieby Percy Bysshe ShelleyMusic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

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Love Sonnet XLVby Pablo NerudaDon't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me,

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Short posts so do not become me. To have told the Sunday story in 10lines, like That, just doesn't work. For my blogs to work for Me, they need to be long. To take the sinuous, winding, scenic path. They have to talk abt a few other things than those that one set out to talk about, in the first place. And not just as a passing reference, in minute excruciating detail. They have to be wordy. Else,

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In other news, three concerts lined up this week. Living on a Wing and a prayer :-)

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So, Sunday 12ish noon, everyone At home was busy doing whatever it is that they do each sunday - running around and being here and there and everywhere. Yours truly was cocooned in ze bedroom safely out of harm's way... And to duck anybody's bright idea of dragging along. Needed food and had to step out of room(note to self to set up a small pantry there). And there he was, the 5-yr old screaming

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Coming and going. Refusal to listen to my heart, makes it rebel in inspired new ways:-)

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I noticed a 15 august 2009 blog post is titled "freedom". Today - one is at a lovely place where one can ask - what Exactly does it mean?

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And what a big deal. Exactly 8 months. Going round and round. To finally reach a point. And I thought I took too many spur-of-the-moment decisions. How we change or how experience changes us! Life, lessons and karma.

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Waah.

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it's been a not entirely painless 8 months - since life went for this roller-coaster of a topsy turvy ride...one stands again, at crossroads...(when was the last time one had a straight and narrow to follow?)...N not even 10th grade - when it was science vs. commerce....and difficult decisions or ones tht one doesn't deem entirely savoury are on the anvil. the beauty is the "newness" of it, i

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and i don't even understand the intricacies of classical music...and currently don't even feel the need to involve the intellectual faculties.like a leaf -flowing with a river...does not evaluate - where the river is headedjust accepts and believes in the beauty of its destiny.currently, this music does not raise questions or seek answers.it only IS.and tht's the beauty - as it takes over my

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by the ecstasy that is the voice of the masters and the beauty of magic.In no particular order - for to choose favourites or even preferences would also be blasphemy - one may only prefer to listen to one or the other at a point of time: Kumar Gandharva, Kishori Amonkar, Rashid Khan, Pandit Jasraj, Bhimsen Joshi, Kalapini Komkali are some of the great vocalists i've recently discovered. And

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Crazy haunting sadness has given way to controlled occasional outbursts.This must be what they call " growing up"...Some roughies... And toughies... But it's looking like now we'll live, after all.Goodbye and God bless and other such!

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...and yet, muah world!and good night, sweet dreams and other such.

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or did twitter...just Steal our energydefuse the laxmi bomb?convert it into bit-sized ladis...and throw them by the way-side,bit-by-forgettable-bit!?!the horror of it all, dammit!! the Horror!:O

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navigation is easier, when one is dry.water inside, and water outside...makes Steering kind of tough, What?!

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want to write...but the words...kind of...just Dried?!and i think this would be a scarier way to live. where the warmth and the sway inside...just Halts.and nothing Touches.i know it's currently, just a few minutes...or hours...and i will go back to Feeling...as soon as tomorrow morning, probably...and when i'm there - i'll probably pinefor the balance and energy-efficiency of...of this ...[calm

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LoveBecause of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from theperfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgottenyour eyes. Like a flower to its

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this one is...for not being...where i am...way more often than i'd like - i am in a place, where i'd rather not be!and tht is now, beginning to kill me.

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and this other one is for choosing things...not for their absolute value...but for being Relatively better than the options.Most of my life's decisions...are relative.Compared to this, is tht better?On a sunday evening, compared to being out in a mall, is home better - sure!compared to home doing nothing, is sitcom better? - yup!compared to sitting home, is pottery class better? - depends on

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and thus ends a morning.with blinding light.and a retreat in time.babe in arms.peace reigned for a moment.book beckons.true Love, is an apt term.#bookshop dreams

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It's a still life water color,Of a now late afternoon,As the sun shines through the curtained laceAnd shadows wash the room.And we sit and drink our coffeeCouched in our indifference,Like shells upon the shoreYou can hear the ocean roarIn the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighs,The borders of our lives.And you read your Emily Dickinson,And I my Robert Frost,And we note our place with

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this one's about all those things...we thought were 'impossible'...10 or maybe 15 years ago...the things 'they' told me...and i didn't believe.1) they told me...once you start working...you won't...just Won't have the TIME. and i thought, when the hell will tht happen!?! i Hate all this free time, right now. if something came along...tht would just gobble it up, wouldn't that be..you know..

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I see yellow, you see blue. Change the lenses, neither is true.I am always astonished when this happens, and still haven't learned to remember...how things appear...may have very little correlation...to what's out there...

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words...stringed together to form sentences...have been a source of extensive joy, peace, happiness and contentment...in my life...be it in the form of writing...or readinging what i've written...or reading other people's works :)it continues to be...in a way only it can...to be...one of the most important things in my life.music or movies or any of the other so-called 'fun'-things...never Did it

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i think lack of courtesy is one of the biggest problems of most people around.we honk like crazy...we ring double-bells...we fart,burp,sneeze and generally make a nuisance of ourselves without bothering with so much as a sorry or excuse me.we Don't care about the effect our presence is having on the people around us.we eat loudly, we talk loudly and we take our cranky, noisy kids with us to

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if you put something somewhere...and then cross it out...it will remain even more Prominent than it was, in the first place...it'll then become, really hard to miss, infact!would it not...have been...much better...to Delete...in a manner tht would not leave a trace...easier to Forget?maybe tht's also why people change Cities...after a traumatic event...takes place...maybe a fresh slate...makes it

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it's the kind of day...when one'd think...one would write?i mean...you're home alone...and it's the end of the year...and there's so much happening...and it's been one Freakin' Roller Coaster of a year...really :)and yet, words elude me...the way...they now do...as if to say...what's to talk abt really...should we not, much rather, lie around...and Concentrate...on drinking in the joy that is

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Sigh! Lol! These days too many of my sentences strt with it. In other news, Zzzzzzzzzzz

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so,it's the kind of day, and week...and errr...month and probably year, tht needs to be written abt...what needs doing, is writing, really...because, for me, there is no better way of connecting with myself, than putting em' words down.and i can't continue to deny forever...the fact tht...without putting things down...i really am, in a sense, incomplete.millions and zillions of things are running

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tried reading a few of the older posts...somehow not enjoying reading em'! SCARY ;"(

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how can one not fall for a book titled, probably with the clear intention to pique one's curiosity or to entice, A Short History of Nearly Everything! that when it comes from a well known author as well!this one...is not about you gun-toting, victorious soldiers of em' Tick-marked items in the 'Grand Universe of All Things'.this one is about those books tht have been on the 'to-read' list forever

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#1increasingly, 'Drafts' are piling up in my blog ka dashboard :-)not really because of a bad habit like starting on a thought and not completing it...God Knows, i need to take everything to its Logical end! like really Need to! till we've finally come to an End (in myriad ways :))but for Other reasons...#2hmmmm, so we went to jamnagar last morning...Stayed at Harsh's childhood home....Our

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i think one needs to be abroad once on independence day...to experience how awesome it is to be an India...to live here...and to be here..esp. on Independence day.i am sitting in @ home just getting cheesed off at the morons in the building who are playing the same ghisa-pita repertoire of desh bhakti songs at seriously high decibel levels. this has been my memory of most independence/ republic

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so - finally Breathing :)life, i am told,-by the voices inside my head, who else?- will follow the same the same patterns till u change Something.just got off another roller coaster. this time with a firm resolve to journey to tht part of myself...tht will allow Peace and Sense to reign...in the consecrated temple - this is my heart, mind & soul.God ( i blv, finally) :) by my side...H-boy's hand

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So, life, cameth a full circle...in so many ways, yesterday...finally, we Tripped :D

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feel this crazy, uneasy, relentless restlessness - the mind keeps Jumping...no respiteAll over the place -clocked a million miles..and when, finally i opened my eyesi figured, i hadn't even crossed the line...exhaustion setting inmadness on the brinkSighing!all i want...is Everything?! :$

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the minute i like someone...i'm insanely curious and awesomely interested in every minute detail of their lives...to the point of the person feeling...like they're under CBI/FBI scrutiny..hehthere are abt a 100++ questions i want to Ask!loland i go abt it...in the manner of a seasoned...social...interrogator :Dcarefully gauging..the person's level of comfort...with them...going slow...if they're

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so...recently...we discovered..the Joy...tht is...Emily Dickinson...:)her style...is So Mind-blowing...and the story of her life...like tht of Most ppl..is..Intriguing.really...i'm beginning to realise..tht...Most ppl's lives Are...Ofcourse...only Some of us..have the Talent...to create..this whole Lights-and-Sound-Show of it :D :D and then...there are those..who can also..create this kind of

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so, the last few days...have seen a L O T happening in em' life.took some decisions...which we're still in the process of executing.and learnt some quick lessons -the most important one being:Most things are as big as we make them out to be in our minds.Then, today we figured, tht Bata is Happiness!!Bought me Nice chilled out Slippers...and comfortable rain footwear - at under 600 bucks - makes

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mondays...are the worst...almost 5pm...on a saturday evening..and i'm beginning to dread...Another monday...not a good sign?

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thinking - life should be Effortless...for it to be the Good Life?(twitter effect? such a short entry?:))

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so..as we left for work...self drive and all...giving husband dearest...a hard time abt hurrying up so we're there by 9am Sharp...else the bosses give us Hell :(:((note to self: Stop snoozing the Damned Alarm!!)we thought...of the Driver tht has become..sorta indispensable...almost ruling a section our life...our man friday - Mr. S. He drives like a maniac...and he's the only guy i'd trust to

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moving on...today...we have a New theory then. LOL.i don't think i have the patience to get into it..here..right now...come to think of it, i'm even beginning to Tire of my own voice...what hope is left, but then...one might ask? :):):)so i explained it to him this evening...for some 5-7 mins...before he burst...lol...and said...it's So ridiculous...i'm not even gonna argue with you abt it. ROFL.

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i, inherently, love cities. i think silence and greenery of sylvan surroundings is seriously overrated.i find Nature...by itself...sorta suffocating.Give me the Flavour of a city, anyday. I love the way they breathe, live, grow on and with you.and i love Bombay :)))just L O V E this place. the air. the humidity. the sea. all the million cliches about it. and when someone writes a piece on a city.

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how badly do i take loss?? i HATE losing people. v. few ppl come close...and are imp enough... but when one loses them...the heart hurts for so so long :( :( like...i lost her...so many yrs ago...We were moving away...over 2-3 years...i think...but it was easier to convince ourselves...tht all was not losT... and then it became Crystal clear...when she didn't come to the wedding... and...heh...

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so, as we are wont to ask...every Monday...heh...is this then, the beginning of the end???i'm beginning to reconcile myself to the idea...tht i'm So So tired...tht it's okay even if i regret some parts of this later...in my head, i'll know tht i couldn't really go on much longer.the analogies i've been giving people...#1i've been at the crease long enough...and batted strong enough...i don't have

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so, loneliness, the bane of my existence, haunts me, again...and i wonder, if i get out of this place, where i feel so lonely, anyway, will it then, get worse?:Dseriously!?!and if i must quit...is it the nature of Work...the Place...or is it Me..if it's the last, going Just Won't Help.if it's the place, going May or may Not help.if it's the First, YAY! the good life, then, awaits.or then, the

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so, we're not As different as we imagine...ourselves to be.like, i was reading this blog where someone recounted something tht had happened to them as a kid...some cute sibling story...which was a Lot like my life...and i used to think tht the brother and i were the only ones in the world to whom something like tht had happened, You Know??...only to find, tht some 50 ppl had commented on it

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Sigh...somehow, significant? the setting sun...on my desktop?

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so, clearly, everyone is hmmmmmmm...and, i wonder, will it, ever become an ego, thing? like you start off with something because, you want to or need to. and then it ends, in this Big goddamn mess?like i came here, with excitement...and to, probably, stay forever. but no sooner did i come, than i wanted to go. and couldn't. and i still wanna go, but can't. i've been at this Suspended

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so, today, i met D over coffee...at the same coffee bean and tea leaf...which seems to have become de rigeur :) and i thought, he'd have certainly approved of this place...it sorta had, what his discerning eye called, Character :) anyway, so i met her...and we chatted about this, that and the other...like friends?! meeting after some 3 or 5 months are wont to do...and we traversed the whole range

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When you are young, you take the kindness people show you as your right. When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character. Writing is the supreme solace. You can do anything in this world if you are prepared to take the consequences.

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oh, and i love that other One by him also...which has made a ridiculously high number of hearts go aflutter...heh...and was made My song...Sigh...in em' ol' days...when we were... Seriously Y&I :D

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so, this morning, i found this one...which i'd last heard about 1.5 years ago...on my ipod, i think...and was pining to find, for a while now...Here Goes:Harry Truman, Doris DayRed China, Johnny RaySouth Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggioJoe McCarthy, Richard NixonStudebaker, TelevisionNorth Korea, South Korea, Marilyn MonroeRosenbergs, H-bombSugar Ray, PanmunjomBrando, The King and IAnd The

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so then, Mr.PP messaged an update...about how there was a full-blown cyclone on the way...out there:)and tht got me so excited...tht i called him so i could, atleast, hear the winds blow :)and then i called Ms.AM...the famed-friend-who-is-almost-family-who-is-also-alter-ego-of-sorts.and told her that there's a cyclone and non-stop rains in Cal...and she goes- hold your breath - Let's Go!!!!!!!!KP

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so, now, i've started picking fights and sending stinkers, left-right-centre.this can't be fun :(should one start em' reverse count-downs? but from where? 100? 30? yes? no? what?!should i talk to VR abt it? should i ask AG if i should? will VS know wat to do? :(life sucketh big time :(when i told AG...tht evening...at the beautiful new Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf Co...which now competes with what i

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so, then tonight, being saturday and all tht...and the world in general being reasonably buoyant...let's tell u a fun story...this one's about the only fashion show i did in my life...this was one of those inter-collegiate events...first-yr BMS...so July/ August 2002.and one of em' super senior farts fancied himself to be this cool designer-cum-choreographer-cum-sole defender of the NM pride at

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so, im pretty much convinced tht women Love checking out other women :Datleast i do it all the damned time!!! :D:D:Dand a quick poll revealed that All women do it...:) (Do not ask for the sample size :P:P)

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so i didn't think anyone of would ever guess the reason for the change in the name of the blog...i.e the addition of "Or the K chronicles" :)i'd give anything to be surprised!!clue: it's a tribute to one of my fav poets :):):) and God knows i really read only two of them...

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it's never a good sign when i start updating this blog with too much regularity.it basically means that the voices inside my head are being unable to be contained inside...and sort of spilling over...helps to have this repository, yes.and somehow it's an easy kinda calm to find out tht-'Oh, i've been through This before' ;)it's strange, the tricks our minds can play on us.what feels overwhelming

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so it's time for one of those old polls - none of you are commenting!!! :(so, pls leave your pug marks...:)else it's like the time when harsh and i went to corbett recently...we know there were tigers out there...but we just didn't SEE any!! :)loli wanna SEE...atleast pug marks!! readers, pls to be leaving name in the comments box...who knows i'll even make fraiendsheep with You...:D:D:Dthank ye!

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Somehow..."Let's start over"is such a beautiful thought and such a mind-bogglingly great way to fix things:):)

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The recovery is onThe train chugs alongThe claims tallThen, Slow, unsteadyAnd Bizarre fallsSnakes and laddersEndlessly The goal’s in sightBut there’s the questionOf the diceAnd Quirks of chanceWonder if it looks beautifulFor it’s the story of UnknownsFor all great loves, we knowWill finally succumb To the dreary mundanityOf Real life?

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so my new hypothesis is: all dreams/wishes come true and then we get bored and move on to new ones.i wanted to work at nariman point. in a finance company. doing all the fancy stuff i do. and finally, when i have it, i hate it. in school, i wanted to go to a coll tht would have v light course work.my college had v v light courses. hated that also.so, then in college i thought, i want to get a job

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so, we're seriously into the Classics then?? :)seriously tripping on this fragrance at the moment :):)

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so, after the seriously successful run that series 1 had, (go through the archives if you care to;))and the fact that most things on tht list are ticked off, one figures, one should to continue the series:so, here goes...I want-1) to work at P&G...Or with AG2) Start seriously enjoying my work3) and life :)4) find out tht the secret code to happiness is not written in a calculus :)...it's written

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ms.D-P-knows-it-all is not so smart after all :(:(then again, maybe the answer is really simple? and then again, maybe not?i'm so tired of chewing my own brain :(

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so, most psychological issues are caused by the very mechanisms that we create to deal with some Other issues.i.e coping mechanisms gone wrong :DFun!!! :)

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and here's an excerpt from a mail i to a friend (and probably* thankfully?! didn't send) just before a friend was getting married :)On marriage: It will occasinally force you to traverse the murky areas of your heart and fix some of the things that you thought you could live with. There will be a million small things and some really HUGE things and it will be your decision to either fix it or

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this is my fav kinda post...title it random thoughts and then don't even need to bother connecting two sentences :)#1: watched 'a few good men' today...after v.long, enjoyed a movie. raised quite a few questions too. the industry i work in, and my thought process towards my senior bosses is similar to the army. very-sir,yes, sir, y'know?does it make sense then, to stand up and say - don't quite

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June is probably the most lyrical month of the year? :)June...just say it aloud...slowly...take your time...don't hurry through it...yes, correct...say it again...it's Beautiful, isn't it?!!!! :)and when-oh-when will the rains come now...!!?so, while i was browsing this blog yesterday, i figured that almost every year, around this time, the summer, i'm at my lowest... (counter thought 1: then

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so, then Harsh has a theory...tht blogs/ twitter etc are nothing more than happy hunting grounds...for mating...and we've had this discussion earlier too...when i've vehemently argued this premise...but the more one thinks about it, it's evident tht he has a point here!!then again, one may argue tht there are people i know who are Clearly not using this as a mating device.another thought is, if

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and then today i remembered one of my fav lines..."His sins were scarlet, but his books were read."

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so then, there were the days, as i discovered browsing through my blog today, when i thought 3 yrs was a long time... :)and recently, i realised, tht now i'm at tht age, when i can say strange things like..."a decade ago"....and i've known this since "two decades, now".gosh, the wheels of em' time are turning fast :):)me likes it this way... i like time to Move.oh btw, i Love going through my

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so recently, i've finally figured out, my life repeated one of its most ancient patterns all over again...an old journal entry...and it stared me in the face!!!

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esprit d'escalier (e-SPREE des-kal-i-YE): Thinking of a witty remark too late; hindsight wit or afterwithappens all the time na?just after someone has made a comment...you can't think of a retort...and then u think up something bright and funny,after the moment has passed...lol...anyway,i have made my own lil' way of dealing with it...i chuckle to myself...and remember to use the next time a

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'Incognito' is one of my favourite words :) it was one of the first 'big' words i learnt:)...i remember first reading it in Linda goodman's sun signs...in the description for the scorpio male, i think :):)since then, it's firmly etched in memory...i remember, different sections of tht book, for different reasons...oh, how i almost Rattoed parts of it :Dfrom the time i remember it, 'twas a dog

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A very Descript Man ... I am such a dolent man,I eptly work each day;My acts are all becilic,I've just ane things to say.My nerves are strung, my hair is kempt,I'm gusting and I'm span:I look with dain on everyoneAnd am a pudent man.I travel cognito and makeA delible impression:I overcome a slight chalance,With gruntled self-possession.My dignation would be greatIf I should digent be:I trust my

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And then there are a million things that have already been said...and a zillion ways in which they've been said...what then, might be the purpose of existence...but to find the one thing that Drives you or maybe Ignites you :) :)All attempts at intellectualization seem futile.All attempts at making pots of money seem completely ludicruous.I question the very notion of 'reason for existence'

KPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010550279402462880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096194.post-61628518714784437362009-04-23T12:02:00.002+05:302009-04-23T12:05:05.282+05:30

And then today we thought of the benign Grace...Today, somehow, all the Old wisdom of the Masters spake.. :)And today we found out tht cold coffee is so beautiful for the tired weary soul :)

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