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Faux-UnPaused!: Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT?
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Thursday, January 3, 2013. Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT? Featuring one of the most powerful posts I've read in quite sometime. The author is a friend and colleague. Dammit, will you bloody FIGHT? When I was 14-years-old, I was attending a school about 20 kms away from home. I used to travel to school by train with my elder sister. Suddenly, I felt someone pinch my ass. I turned around immediately and saw a guy right behind me, reaching out again. My sister then ...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 04/08/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Sunday, April 8, 2012. I’m almost on my way to becoming a journalist*. So, before the course ends, I thought, I should write. The thought of making assumptions and adding opinions had managed to keep me off the Blogosphere for long. In retrospect, when you write for a living, the lines blur—the lines between what’s personal and what’s professional. Can you write about what a nice day you had interviewing a source who was ultra nice to you? And, even as I write, I...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 12/18/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Tuesday, December 18, 2012. She sat in front of her computer, typing away furiously. She wrote and cried, wrote a bit more, bit her lip, clawed at her face, but she continued nevertheless. She shook, she shivered. Dabbing her eyes with a tissue; she tried to let her mind rein in on her emotions. She took a deep breath, moved back and forth on her chair. You can do this, she repeated to herself, while touching her keyboard fondly. She had made peace with the disco...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 07/16/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, July 16, 2012. Compiling memories of the last days. May 3, 2012. Two more days to go before we're officially kicked out of the college. Kicked out of our rooms. Kicked out of Kumbalgodu. The journey has been short. The journey has been mental. Frustating. Exhilarating. Embarassing. Tiring. Rewarding. June 11, 2012. Well yes. Post the graduation, we cried. We parted. We started a new journey.(PS- I started working in the meantime.). Thank god it rained tha...
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Faux-UnPaused!: 08/06/12
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Embracing embarrasment like never before! Monday, August 6, 2012. Looking at Aradhane from the periphery. This new avatar as a journalist has me questioning a lot of things I previously took for granted, things that I thought was fairly basic and fundamental. For example, consider the aradhane. Let me give you a little bit of intro- This was 341. The number of devotees that throng mutts is enormous. The middle name Beegamudre should point you in the right direction. Before that could end, another started...
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Pages from the ignored book: April 2013
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Pages from the ignored book. Tuesday, April 23, 2013. Burn up, don’t Burn out. Burn up, don’t Burn out. Good Morning fellow-smedians and welcome guests. I am a obsessive runner, let me rephrase, I was an obsessive runner. For the past three years, I unflinching wore my shoes at 5 am in the morning and ran till my hearts content. Gradually pushing it to limits my body complained to and I. Exercising can become addictive due to the physiological effects of endorphin, a hormone that makes one happy and more...
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Pages from the ignored book: November 2012
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Pages from the ignored book. Tuesday, November 20, 2012. One of my favorite poems. I took the crazy short-cut to the bay;. Over a fence or two and through a hedge,. Jumping a private road, along the edge. Of backyards full of drying wash it lay. And now, the last set being played and over,. I hurried past the ruddy lakes of clover;. I swung my racket at astonished oaks,. My arm still tingling from aggressive strokes. Tennis was over for the day -. I took the leaping short-cut to the bay. Such a good swim...
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Pages from the ignored book: March 2012
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Pages from the ignored book. Sunday, March 18, 2012. Catcher in the Rye. Catcher in the Rye. Resemblance to his adolescent years. As I flipped through the first two pages , I noticed that the book was. Dedicated to his mother, for what the reason was, I wouldn't be justified to comment on,but i find it wicked to have dedicated a book about a slightly depressed. Adolescent who ,as you read on, shares very little relations with his own mother.On the. Contrary ,he could have been. Surprised if you stopped r...
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Pages from the ignored book: Bangkok and Railay, Thailand
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Pages from the ignored book. Friday, April 24, 2015. Bangkok and Railay, Thailand. Last minute emails and urgent deadline rush. Sending out the last email at 3:30pm, my smile instantly switched when I sat in the backseat of the cab to the airport. Vacation time! In a new country and with a good friend. How often do vacations like these come by? A) One Photograph on a white background. B) Visa form with the valid address of place of stay. C) Valid passport with minimum remaining validity of six months.
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Pages from the ignored book: September 2013
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Pages from the ignored book. Monday, September 9, 2013. Squeezing the eraser,. I try removing the grids,the numbers, the red and black,. But the black lines keep reappearing ,. The grids form and the numbers slowly attack. After that month,that sheet is flipped or torn,. Hidden till it resurrects after another three sixty five days. That date and month will haunt you mercilessly till you are reborn,. The days of the month shift silently like a pack of wolves and preys,. Posted by Rambling Raman. Must not...
