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Burntout Memories: August 2013
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. While flipping through various sites about Kolkata and her charm, I came across this fantastic quote from Chidananda Dasgupta – the soaring film maker and critic, “What can one say about a city that discusses Spinoza and Bertrand Russell during a power cut? A quick smile played across my face and thought, “Well, what you can say about the city which talks with pride about Tagore, Satyajit Ray, Mother Teresa and Amartya Sen? Kolkata has always been an abode of beautiful contrast...
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Burntout Memories: Life of a Hipster
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Life of a Hipster. You have excessive facial hair, a scruffy unshaven look, enough to make any Bangali mother cringe in disgust. You believe it makes you look more serious. Even if that’s not it, you like it anyway. The ‘Original Hipster’ was the jhola-carrying, kurta-wearing intellectual. And a fashionable goatee, for him! You don’t wear Converse anymore because everyone wears it. You find other vintage shoes. You carry an analog or vintage Polaroid camera. You collect LP ...
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Palimpsests: June 2014
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Saturday, June 7, 2014. Song of the Banshee. As the moon rose within her womb. She covered her face. Tears that could give birth. To babies with ten heads—. Clutched in each paw. A wail arose from her self. A lullaby that had once put. Many would join,. They would sing and rejoice—. A chorus of sirens,. Each with an unborn baby. The babies have grown up—. Men with innocent stubbles. They have fallen silent—. Afraid of the melody,. Teeming with the coldness of memory. And the warmth of abandon.
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JUST FOR JOLLY, I MEAN IT!: 02/04/13
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JUST FOR JOLLY, I MEAN IT! Love Hate. Opinions. Rants. Poems. Prose. Randomness. Me. You. Us. The Universe. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Monday, February 04, 2013. 50 WORD REVIEW: MIDNIGHT'S CHILDREN. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bangalore, Karnataka, India. I am Romal, A Human Being, An Indian, A Manipuri-Tamizh-Malayalee. Its really hard to describe yourself, someone else should be doing this. someone like you? View my complete profile. The Byooty on Dyooty! Lover in HIM :).
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Burntout Memories: May 2015
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Caught Between Eternity and History. In an iron boat. Loaded with stones,. A bundle of poison on his head,. He wants to cross over. Life of a Hipster. You have excessive facial hair, a scruffy unshaven look, enough to make any Bangali mother cringe in disgust. You believe it makes you look more serious. Even if that’s not it, you like it anyway. The ‘Original Hipster’ was the jhola-carrying, kurta-wearing intellectual. And a fashionable goatee, for him! You probably puff a ciga...
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Burntout Memories: October 2013
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Homesick, Maa Aschen etc. The azure sky of the slow evening of the ‘ Gujjuland. To my ears and dawns a sudden realization in me, Durga Puja is right in the corner. The changing colour of the autumn sun in the far away skyline subtly touched my chord of nostalgia, taking me back to my ancestral home in South Kolkata, the smell of Sheuli. At the back of our Uthon. The taste of luchi, alur dum, khichuri bhog. Taking a leaf out of our Indian Government’s Ostrichian principle ...
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Burntout Memories: August 2012
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. And it turned BLUE! Sometimes the world turns stand still. It doesn't move an inch no matter how much you try hard! The emotions get replaced with a void - heavy with humdrum air and few of your past snap shots! Don't need a bandage,. There's too much blood,. After a while, seems to roll right off. And then you meet her! Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, i...I cou...
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Burntout Memories: March 2015
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. The funny bone of Indian Politics. For a country where everyone takes politics very seriously and in the rural areas where many aspire to be a politician, it is surprising to find Indians laughing their way to the elections. Thanks to the new age satirists, a generous dose of political humour doing rounds in every nook and corner of the tech world using rhetorical campaigns. Gone are the days when Jawaharlal Nehru who had a great sense of humour, once told cartoonist Shankar, "...
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Burntout Memories: March 2012
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. We connect specific people to special images in our mind frames. The very thought of a particular person is related to his image in our intellect. The face, the smell, the sensation of that particular touch, the voice of that someone remains etched in our minds. And memory has no age; it does not grow older with years and the passage of time does not leave a wrinkle on its visage! Can you see the light there? Light dims, music fades and returns…. Fiery, passionate you, with tha...
