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A Little bit of Kajoling: Distant lit up memory
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Distant lit up memory. A blackout in the village is pitch dark. One hears voices from neighbouring homes while the moon shines on the pond in the backyard with frogs croaking in unison.If one listen's carefully one can hear the occasional prayer song and the tinkering beats of the accompanying khanjani. Singers trailing down from the terracotta temples across the pond. The earthen lamp lit up as a daily ritual at the tiny alcove near the tulsi. Khanjani...
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A Little bit of Kajoling: May 2013
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Monday, May 6, 2013. The city in snapshots. When one pursues photography as a hobby, an unavoidable side effect is one looks at the world in "frames". Wherever you look you end up composing pictures. But then I wonder may be I should just buy a flower garland from the friendly lady and offer it to the goddess at the temple. I should probably go to the "mudir dokaan". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The city in snapshots. Distant lit up memory. Having grown up in military cantonments...
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A Little bit of Kajoling: February 2008
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Monday, February 25, 2008. Yawning away, while reading a document, i realised that i have ignored this space for quite sometime now. A poem by Rilke. A very beautiful poem in a friends blog space led me to this one. I almost could imagine the real life version of this poem. . beautiful. Sometimes she walks through the village in her. All absorbed in restraining herself,. And yet, despite herself, she seems to move. According to the rhythm of her life to come. Moves on too fast.
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN: April 2006
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN. Musings on myself and a world that believes only what it wants to believe. only to be fooled .THIS IS THE HOME OF MY DREAMS.WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE REPROBATE. Friday, April 21, 2006. This poem is about a person who accidentally contracts AIDS while donating blood. It's my birthday happy birthday to me;. It's my birthday and no one 's come to wish me. I laugh then i cry coz there are'nt many i will see. All i wanted to do was to save lives by giving blood. We are dumb driven cat...
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN. Musings on myself and a world that believes only what it wants to believe. only to be fooled .THIS IS THE HOME OF MY DREAMS.WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE REPROBATE. Tuesday, October 03, 2006. Standard 4 5 6 and 7:. Graduating from street cricket to cricket played on the grounds ("victory ground", "shit valley" blah blah. These are the names of the grounds we used to play in. For the first time in life. feeling shortchanged in general. and the feeling JUST REFUSES to go away. October ...
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN
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THE DIARY OF A MADMAN. Musings on myself and a world that believes only what it wants to believe. only to be fooled .THIS IS THE HOME OF MY DREAMS.WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE REPROBATE. Saturday, December 16, 2006. Its been more than a year since i left home. rather. was forced to leave home.Work took me to Coimbatore and then Kolkata where i am for more than a year. 13 months to be exact. I realise that i have been wandering for way too long. i wander. and i am lost (i think). Posted by The Sullen Comic.
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Momentary lapses of Reason: March 2007
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Momentary lapses of Reason. A soul in tension. that's learning to fly Condition grounded. but determined to try. Thursday, 29 March 2007. Memoirs of a childhood. We played with wooden rulers, brandishing them as bats. Oh! What days they were. I am not sure if I am being very clear about what I really wanted to say but I am sure something like this happens to everyone. You think of the old times and almost before you realize you would be smiling. Who had been speaking? Sunil was being carried away in a wa...
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Momentary lapses of Reason: November 2008
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Momentary lapses of Reason. A soul in tension. that's learning to fly Condition grounded. but determined to try. Tuesday, 18 November 2008. This is the third try and I already like it. This is the third try and I already like it. Originally uploaded by suprio. My tryst with 3d photography:. Http:/ www.lhup.edu/ dsimanek/3D/view3d.htm. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Other Pigs on Wings. View my complete profile.
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Momentary lapses of Reason: May 2008
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Momentary lapses of Reason. A soul in tension. that's learning to fly Condition grounded. but determined to try. Friday, 9 May 2008. Originally uploaded by jun madayag2002. When you have come to the edge. Of all the light you know. And are about to step off. Into the darkness of the unknown,. Faith is knowing that. One of two things will happen:. There will be something solid to stand on. Or you will be taught how to fly. I set about on the faith that I would be taught to fly. I was not mistaken.
