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23 and Counting: My Love
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Mar 12, 2008. This post is extremely emotional, person-specific and prized(for me).Also, this is just the tip of an iceberg with lot of posts linked to it. For all who want to read through, I can promise you nothing. You can do without reading this. This has no practical value for anyone except me. I know people will read through anyway, just don't bother me with any questions). My room 101 is the "fear of loss". The fear of losing ...
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23 and Counting: November 2007
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Nov 29, 2007. Love is not an emotion you need to supress. As Dr.Octavius(spiderman's rival) says "If you hide something as complicated as Love, it will choke you". Let the love out, world could use some love. Don't get me wrong, ever hugged anyone? Try once; when you are in unbearable pain, down with burdens without answers, try hugging anyone you like or love. The result is undescribable. How are you doing? Sounding like a cyinc?
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23 and Counting: A Sonnet
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Mar 26, 2008. Petrarchian sonnet, generally, is a 14 line love poem. It has two 4 and 4 line stanzas(octet) rhyming like this: a-b-a-b a-b-a-b. And two 3 line stanzas, rhyming like c-d-e, c-d-e. The first eight line defines a problem, and the last six lines suggest a solution(don't go too hard on this one). I was my own master until you came by,. Left alone; neither vagaries nor viscissitudes of life. Let the onus on me.
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23 and Counting: So long friends.....
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Mar 30, 2008. Well Well, the last post. Somehow farewells always make me emotional. But, this one's giving me a kind of joy. That's the irony of it. I want to cry, but I have nothing left to cry for. I admit I could have wrapped up my MS in one and a half year. Two years is an awfully long time for the kind of degree I will be honored with. But, the time was worth wasting, I had some invaluable lessons in life. Fast bowler with a te...
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Dark Shades: February 2010
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Friday, February 12, 2010. It all seemed fine until the temperatures dropped. The large building stood silently. A person in it, had he taken the time to give a cursory glance into the triangular lawns in the distance, would have observed a human form; something similar to the solitary reaper (from Longfellow's poem). Had he any artistic inclination he would have felt the urge to run out of his cubicle and sit beside that form. Such was the weather. The sky was silent. So was the building. The on...The h...
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Dark Shades: Valentine
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Friday, February 12, 2010. It all seemed fine until the temperatures dropped. The large building stood silently. A person in it, had he taken the time to give a cursory glance into the triangular lawns in the distance, would have observed a human form; something similar to the solitary reaper (from Longfellow's poem). Had he any artistic inclination he would have felt the urge to run out of his cubicle and sit beside that form. Such was the weather. The sky was silent. So was the building. The on...The h...
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23 and Counting: January 2008
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Jan 29, 2008. Charlie Chronicles: Associations,. Charlie apologies to Viswanath for his unrestrained and affected behavior in the past few months. Shit happens, but that doesn't give a man the right to start shitting everywhere. Charlie, puts it in his own style. Too much thinking is injurious to brain. Let me get my thoughts straight. And then advices poured in. Sensing a weakness, they gushed out in mighty torrents. The mighty wil...
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Dark Shades: The Artist
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009. The Artist was in one of his trances. The hand picked up pace. And, as abruptly as it began, the hand stopped. The artist collapsed onto the floor. He had no idea how long he sat staring at it. Everything seemed to be frozen; like the picture. Slowly, he stood up. With a sense of anti-climax, he gathered his wits, and removed the picture from the mantel. He removed the picture from the mantel, and slowly walked towards the locked door to his left. A room that is his body.
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23 and Counting: February 2008
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Feb 29, 2008. Depression.Am I in? What exactly is depression? As defined in Wiki. Clinical depression (also called major-depressive disorder or unipolar depression) is a common psychiatric disorder, characterized by a persistent lowering of mood, loss of interest in usual activities and diminished ability to experience pleasure". Who is to decide who is in depression? What are the usual activities? Does life need standardization?
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23 and Counting: Time-out
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A mere mortal with immortality imbibed innately, sagaciously simplified. Mar 15, 2008. Http:/ akidandaking.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-out.html. My story has no lies; for it's not exactly my story, though I am the lead. It's the story of a country, a woman and another. I was afraid of an ending; don't we all know that endings don't happen? We happen. I was afraid my story will have a bad ending. Balls of it! Who am I to give an ending? My story has no lies. Or should I say , my story is the truth?
