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Blog MIC, BLOG!!!: March 2008
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Blog MIC, BLOG! Friday, March 28, 2008. And the winners are. The Best Blog: Joanne. The Best Serious Content Blog: Bala. The Most Humorous Blog: Kim. The Best Photo Blog: Prasunna. The Best Random Blog: Kaushik. The Best Designed Blog: Shiva. And a HUGE thanks to our judges, Prathamesh Pai and Dr KP Rao! Tuesday, March 25, 2008. Vineeth - www.botsid46.wordpress.com. Joydeep - www.joy-whatsmyageagain.blogspot.com. Elvin - www.elvinjacob.blogspot.com. Shiva - www.axeman-shiva.blogspot.com. Karishma - www&#...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: November 2010
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010. How I got to be a Writer. For a long time now I’ve been meaning to write a post that, had I titled it, would read- “how I began writing” or some such autobiographical title. I want to write about my love for writing, my experiences so far, the good, the bad and the downright ugly. That book never got further than chapter 3, and that too only because all three of us were assigned to write one chapter each. After that childhood attempt at being a great writer, I moved on to wri...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: Letter to my Grandfather
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Sunday, July 3, 2011. Letter to my Grandfather. Note:- A letter that never reached, nor got completed in time. Love you papa. May your soul rest in peace. This letter is 23 years late. I wish I had written this much earlier. If I could've I would have written this letter even before knowing you. Because even then, you'd be the amazing person you still are. I'm not sure how to tell you of what's in my heart Papa, because there's just so much. August 21, 2011 at 7:59 PM. Nice ya. U tk cr n be in touch.
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: June 2013
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Monday, June 10, 2013. I'll never understand the hold that Bombay has over me. Having had my own share of 'Mumbai experiences', I'm no stranger to the way she works. And yet, every time I'm here, it's like my first time. Each of my trips to Bombay have been monumental. And still, it's the non-monumental things that make it special. I'll tell you about my life-changing moments in a bit. But before that, let me begin with this time's trip. So, where was I? I digress. Yet again. I'm not sure what I was talk...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: The Rains
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Monday, June 10, 2013. I'll never understand the hold that Bombay has over me. Having had my own share of 'Mumbai experiences', I'm no stranger to the way she works. And yet, every time I'm here, it's like my first time. Each of my trips to Bombay have been monumental. And still, it's the non-monumental things that make it special. I'll tell you about my life-changing moments in a bit. But before that, let me begin with this time's trip. So, where was I? I digress. Yet again. I'm not sure what I was talk...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: December 2010
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Friday, December 17, 2010. On the way home. Sitting at the edge of her bed, flipping through the pages of her book, she felt a sense of déjà vu. And this wasn’t just one of those times when the moment felt strangely familiar, even though it had never happened for real. It was those times when it actually had. Unfortunately. She went back a year in time, like how they show in movies, with the scene turning into varying shades of gray. And so she did. She reached the office to find that there wasn’t ...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: July 2011
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Sunday, July 3, 2011. Letter to my Grandfather. Note:- A letter that never reached, nor got completed in time. Love you papa. May your soul rest in peace. This letter is 23 years late. I wish I had written this much earlier. If I could've I would have written this letter even before knowing you. Because even then, you'd be the amazing person you still are. I'm not sure how to tell you of what's in my heart Papa, because there's just so much. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: September 2011
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Sunday, September 11, 2011. Eat, Pray, Love. For those who've known me, for an hour, a day, months, years or a lifetime, would probably smile and think to themselves, "Typical" or "why am I not surprised? Over the years, I've earned the title of a 'hog'. In school, in college and at work. Most of my time is spent in either eating, talking about what I want to eat, or thinking about what I could eat. While most people eat to live, I, for one, live to eat. I've never been able to explain to people what my ...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: September 2010
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Thursday, September 30, 2010. No man's Land: the Ayodhya verdict. Most people I spoke to were of the opinion that instead of fighting over what was and whose land it is or whether a temple or mosque should be built, why can the land not be used for the good of everyone? Maybe this fight will never end. Maybe not everyone wants an end. Labels: allahabad high court. Thursday, September 16, 2010. This post is dedicated to Rushabh Gandhi, from his perspective. After a lot of contemplation, discussions, fight...
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Nishita Teresa Pereira: Eat, Pray, Love
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Sunday, September 11, 2011. Eat, Pray, Love. For those who've known me, for an hour, a day, months, years or a lifetime, would probably smile and think to themselves, "Typical" or "why am I not surprised? Over the years, I've earned the title of a 'hog'. In school, in college and at work. Most of my time is spent in either eating, talking about what I want to eat, or thinking about what I could eat. While most people eat to live, I, for one, live to eat. I've never been able to explain to people what my ...
