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Lock, Stock and Barrel: To SnK (read as SnK and not SrK pls!)
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Lock, Stock and Barrel. Percussions of my Mind. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. To SnK (read as SnK and not SrK pls! This ones for Ketaki! My friend introduced us to his to-be-wife today. (I mean he introduced us "today" .not his "today's wife" :P ). For the records - she is a sweet-heart and did alright in the test. And to top it all she hates the kkkkkkhan too . which was a moment for celebration .dont worry I am not going to end the post in these braces.). Trust me I know that expression ;). I enjoyed t...
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Tête-à-tête: 60 years of Independence
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. 60 years of Independence. Happy Republic Day everyone. Our country has bore testimony as a republic for 60 years (and counting! So lets commemorate the sung and unsung heroes in our own small way. I wrote the following poem during the savage attack on Mumbai on 26/11.It is dedicated to all the citizens of India. The sound of gunshots reverberates in the air;. Innocent victims call out helplessly,.
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Tête-à-tête: June 2011
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Thursday, June 9, 2011. This is a poem I wrote almost 3 years ago. Tears silent roll down my cheek. As sadness engulfs my heart so weak. Alone I am and alone I will be,. Till you come and set me free. Yesterday was so bright. Without any pain in sight. But today I weep,. For the morrow that will never be. Unspoken words whisper in the air. When I blame God for a judgment so unfair. Cruel was the hand that took you away,.
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Tête-à-tête: Tumbling down the rabbit-hole....
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Friday, March 19, 2010. Tumbling down the rabbit-hole. Dreams. unmeasurable and undefinable and yet so close to our souls. Nothing short of our memories of wonderland. And like all other memories, we cling to them with our hearts. So close that we never know when our dream shapes our perception of reality. To quote Shakespeare,. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.". The Road goes ever on and on.
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Tête-à-tête: April 2010
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Choices, choices, choices! It feels like our life has become one big exam with multiple choice questions. The 'CET' of Success! It starts off with a vague decision regarding our career path.Science, arts or commerce? N then , a few more details like Medical or engineering? Which leads to some more frustrating dilemmas, college, internship, extra-curricula? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Tête-à-tête: Death
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Thursday, June 9, 2011. This is a poem I wrote almost 3 years ago. Tears silent roll down my cheek. As sadness engulfs my heart so weak. Alone I am and alone I will be,. Till you come and set me free. Yesterday was so bright. Without any pain in sight. But today I weep,. For the morrow that will never be. Unspoken words whisper in the air. When I blame God for a judgment so unfair. Cruel was the hand that took you away,.
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Tête-à-tête: January 2010
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. 60 years of Independence. Happy Republic Day everyone. Our country has bore testimony as a republic for 60 years (and counting! So lets commemorate the sung and unsung heroes in our own small way. I wrote the following poem during the savage attack on Mumbai on 26/11.It is dedicated to all the citizens of India. The sound of gunshots reverberates in the air;. Innocent victims call out helplessly,.
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Tête-à-tête: Of ramblings
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. Twas a day like any other.Our mid-semester exams had just finished and we were whiling away our time at McD. Over a cup of coffee, the discussion turned to a very routine topic of our lives and yet there was something ethereal about it that got me thinking. What are dreams exactly? Or is our subconscious the sole reason for their existence? Our mind is the focal point of our dreams and we are using...
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Tête-à-tête: February 2010
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Tête-à-tête with myself.A place where I can muse on the idiosyncrasies of life. Wednesday, February 10, 2010. When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.". The local political parties have done it again. Not a day goes by when these so called representatives of the "marathi manoos" trash the very soul they are supposedly preserving. And every time they hit the bottom, some other political wannabe throws down an axe. What kind of dirty politics is this? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
