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Title Intentionally Left Bank: July 2008
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Title Intentionally Left Bank. Bombs bombs everywhere…. That is the refrain these days with blasts in. And Ahmedabad, and bombs having been recovered from Chennai, Tiruchirapally and 18 bombs in. An unattended bag on the road or on the train sparks off a completely understandable panic these days. And a blast in a hospital? Whosoever these nameless faceless bombers are, I want to tell them one thing. We the people of. The words for this week are. Is in the parking lot behind the building.". 8220;Hush boy...
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Title Intentionally Left Bank: August 2008
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Title Intentionally Left Bank. The words for this week's Wordzzle are. Pogo stick, ant farm, psychic, tin box, wall safe, Waterloo, surge protector, pneumonia, ravages of time, turtle". For those who are not familiar with this you can refer back to. Now for my two bits (drumrolllll):. So, Mam, that Egyptian cruise you mentioned? You met a sheikh and an Indian who both wanted to marry you? Speak up young man. Don't mumble. What is wrong with you? Grammatical erros and mumbling. I can't hear you. ". Is whe...
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Title Intentionally Left Bank: June 2008
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Title Intentionally Left Bank. I Don't Hate.I Intensely Dislike. I intensely dislike the following kind of people:. Those who are constantly whining about their life, their boyfriend, their boss, their job - basically, just about anything. Those who are unfamiliar with basic etiquette like saying 'Good Morning' or giving an acknowledging smile. Those who permanently have their face grumpy and can't be bothered to smile. Those who suck up to people. Those who feel good by having such leeches around. Of su...
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Reflections: July 2009
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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. Maya Angelou. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. The routine at K’s home:. A normal scene a week before. 4 pm: K and S are both back from office. They grab a plate and have a generous helping of rice and homemade curries with pappad. Both love food and enjoy a good meal thoroughly. K: “What sweets do we have? 8221; after a burp of satisfaction, finishing off his meal. S ignores him while watching a ...
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Reflections: Two letters, One intent
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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. Maya Angelou. Tuesday, May 11, 2010. Two letters, One intent. The younger ones's card. The younger ones' note inside. The elder ones' letter. The younger one made a big show of it and gave me a hug too with the note. The elder one watched me, as I read the letter, from behind the book she was supposedly reading. But the intent of both were clear, though the ways completely different. Do pas...
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Reflections: Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot
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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. Maya Angelou. Thursday, June 24, 2010. Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot. No, I am not humming the sexy song.but describing the weather in Doha. I should add it is boiling hot.and we are sweltering in the heat. The office Air conditioners give up their futile attempt of bringing down the inside temperature, by noon they go off dejectedly and we complain, curse and sweat. My plants are all withering, I ...
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Anish - Smile, why Frown... :-0: March 2013
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Anish - Smile, why Frown. :-0. Friday, March 29, 2013. HOLI My Time capsule. Holi, No need to say what it is all about, no need to say what Holi celebration is all about, most of us celebrate it with full enthusiasm and spirit. Over the time we do accumulate ton of memories, I to have my share…. I day before we play Holi, we do lit a bonfire, which has its own Mythological story to support it, Story is about Holika and Prahlad more details in link HOLI. Year 2013, and its HOLI, after 6 years i was in bac...
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an unfinished life: An Open Letter to Mohit Chandra
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Thursday, May 24, 2012. An Open Letter to Mohit Chandra. Before starting on this post I highly recommend reading this piece. On the NY Times site. Maybe I should ignore those (Having wasted a paragraph on ripping it, of course! Stuff that could be ripped apart by anyone with a college degree and a reasonable understanding of social interactions. Of course, I'd still be digressing from my real intent, which is to answe...
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an unfinished life: November 2008
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Tuesday, November 04, 2008. Red, Blue and Purple. For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future. The reason is that this was not anywhere in the US but in a remote village in Kenya. In an unprecedented turn of events, we saw this US election turn into not just an American spectacle but a global event. You had trib...
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an unfinished life: January 2006
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I know that I was born and I know that I’ll die. The in between is mine. I am mine. Tuesday, January 24, 2006. Sometimes, i open a messenger window and chat to myself, from one id to another. the chat heats up so much that i have pretty intense conversations. It freaks out the people around me…. Sometimes, i don’t even remember typing some of the replies and feels like i am chatting with someone else…. That’s freaks me out…. Do you have any weird stuff like this that you do? The comments section is open.
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