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sex on the beech: November 2007
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Sex on the beech. Sunday, November 18, 2007. The sun shines through , moisture not withstanding,. Rises to leave, urged to look for better bearings,. The sun sets,. We light candles,. Open to serve,. Dance to every fancy,. Powered by every whim,. A calm and peace, painfully delivered,. So easy it seems, yet so hard we feel,. From greeting to seating, paying and leaving,. Circles within circles, bound by the rhythm,. The magnet that sucks the energy,. From deep inside them, they can't still fathom.
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sex on the beech: Resurrection!!!
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Sex on the beech. Wednesday, August 12, 2009. I haven't written since I last wrote, cause there has been so much going on in my mind, that I found it so hard to put it down. I wish we had some kind of contraption that read things from our mind and saved it, as or thoughts raced and flashed across in the deep recesses of our unconquered brain. But I am left at crossroads. Right from my sudden decision to move, to the loan being accepted to my flying out here. To the people I have met and the experienc...
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sex on the beech: Vanity Closet!!!
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Sex on the beech. Sunday, August 16, 2009. What is it with gay men and trying so hard to look good. S ones commented, 'U r lucky, gay men r always good looking'. From the outside, for a spectator, this all seems hoity toity. A world enclosed in a glass coach, on its way to the Prince Charming's ball. The problem is, not everyone can fit into it. I wonder about people who are not fotunate enough to be abe to look good. What about them. Somehow also it seems so unfair that all the handsome adonis' enjoy ve...
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sex on the beech: December 2006
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Sex on the beech. Thursday, December 14, 2006. Attachments are what I always dreaded and it is that which i always crave for. Everytime i have felt close to somebody romantically, I have lost them, invariably. As though it is life's way of saying, ' dude, this one's not for u, Chalo bhai! This city of dreams as it beckons, lures, binds, builds and breaks, life moves on. Our torn hearts are stiched back. Dream on. Monday, December 11, 2006. A hang out of the days long before. Of freshly formed friendships.
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sex on the beech: February 2007
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Sex on the beech. Sunday, February 25, 2007. Shaadi karo paise kamao! Mockery. yes that's. This is the first wedding i have experienced. So up close and personal and it has been a one of its kind experience. How we reduce an honest religious/social requirement into a completely blatant excuse to mock a thing like marriage. I always believed marriage was about relationships, promises, party, fun but this experience. Has got me thinking in many ways, i never wanted to think. We are walking backwards. O...
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sex on the beech: MS
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Sex on the beech. Thursday, May 15, 2008. Nevertheless, I did read the book. It gave me many insights on her life and threw light on a lot of the lesser known facts about her and her famously dictative husband, Sadasivam. What struck me was that rebels of a certain generation, no matter how massively the have deviated from what was perceived to be conventional among their contemporaries, invariably become an icon of tradition for the next generation. Isn't that amazing. How are you, babes!
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sex on the beech: October 2006
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Sex on the beech. Monday, October 16, 2006. He, of my dreams. Supressing my feelings,. I welcome him,. To feel "He is mine",. Is like a bitter dream,. A dream after coming out of which,. You realise, that it is not true. How many things in life are not true. The Hope and Aspirations,. Can they be dreamt and yet be true. He is mine yet he is not. Outside i see the sun set,. Yet again, the flaming ball of fire,. Taking with it all my dreams,. But it will rise again, I know,. The Sun rises tomorrow. I am a ...
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sex on the beech: August 2009
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Sex on the beech. Thursday, August 20, 2009. Late last night as i watched the tweeked, excited and bobbing heads at M, fake thrills and tight jeans reigned supreme. And as for me, I guess I am ova the hill.Or so I presume. Do our universes exist in tangent to others. Considering the fact that each of us have the power conentrate and contract the entire universe into us! Can't we in a way co exist? What is such an oblivious existence? Sunday, August 16, 2009. It is not easy to change the appearance with w...
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sex on the beech: January 2008
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Sex on the beech. Monday, January 07, 2008. The Power of Disguise! Ever wondered the value of a costume? Recently i got thinking about this during the magnificent. Day brunch that we were hosting at The Wharf. The Santa Claus is a legend, that has lived for a long time, always mesmerising and transporting the dreamy eyed 3-4 yr olds. Into a world of fantasy and fables. What could he be possibly doing? I wonder if they even wonder, where Santa. Gets all the money to buy all the presents? Was distributing ...
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sex on the beech: September 2007
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Sex on the beech. Sunday, September 23, 2007. When I look around me, I see that lot of our lives revolve around gaining acceptance for the things we do. I often wonder, why do we have this craving for acknowledgement and accpetance? Where does this kind of an urge surface from? There is, I believe, a thin line between, such a perception and widely accepted social norms. People who have been famous are the ones who have complied to norms yet have been themselves. Instead we are like puppets, trying to be ...
