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In the eye of Storm: I
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In the eye of Storm. Wednesday, September 28, 2011. For all the avoided truths, for all the lies wasted. The dreams changed their course, the life switched its path. Stuck in the maze of could have, should have, would have,. I follow hope like a musk deer. I ran so hard that I lost direction. I dived so deep I turned shallow. I look behind for what has been left behind,. I look around for what has been carried away. Here I am, left with myself. Hung between the coordinates, I glide through the nothingness.
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In the eye of Storm: Jai Ho - Be Victorious!
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In the eye of Storm. Monday, April 27, 2009. Jai Ho - Be Victorious! Its going to be a month soon. I have been lazy all this while. Wanting to write about it, but then not writing it. Pushing it away. But suddenly I realized that I am beginning to forget things about it, losing the euphoria around it. Little did we expect that it would culminate into an auditorium, fully packed (almost), clapping for us! We started our launch presentation with this line). Sitting in the lobby of Hotel Qutab, trying t...
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In the eye of Storm: Shantaram!
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In the eye of Storm. Friday, February 5, 2010. If I were to summarize the book in one word, it would be spectacular or rather unbelievable! There wouldn't be or rather shouldn't be many who like to read and still haven't heard of this masterpiece! It is a scintillating account, part-fact part-fiction of the life of the author Gregory David Roberts and his life in Mumbai, the then Bombay (1980s). February 15, 2010 at 1:48 AM. BTW Moors Last Sigh is Rushdies bestest ever work, a little under-hyped tho.
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In the eye of Storm: May 2012
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In the eye of Storm. Sunday, May 6, 2012. Let Truth be Told. For a long time I thought that God is the truth, but gradually I have realized that Truth is God" said a man who believed truth was absolute, unidimensional. Maybe he was right, maybe truth is the final word. Or maybe he was confusing truth with facts. Facts laced with context is what I would call reality. But would it be safe to label is truth? What would you call our history textbooks? Truth, they say is pure. But how pure is pure?
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In the eye of Storm: Rain and Snow, Snow and Rain!
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In the eye of Storm. Friday, April 8, 2011. Rain and Snow, Snow and Rain! One falls thunderously, while the other comes surreptitiously. Burf aur baarish. Baarish aur burf. Come drench me, I wish to cry. It’s been long, since I did. Come heal me with Your snow. The bleeding has been going on for long. Nice philosophical attempt to draw parallelism between the rain and snow. I dont want you to cry in the rain alone though. Please allow me to wipe your tears and provide you a shoulder to rest upon,...Rarel...
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In the eye of Storm: Dilli meri jaan!
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In the eye of Storm. Saturday, February 20, 2010. Delhi A city, a history, a book, a poem, a beloved! Delhi means to me this and much more. Lived for most part of my life in Delhi, I long to return. To return to the warmth that I have always felt in its embrace. Like a prisoner in exile, every night I sleep off hoping to wake up in my home; every morning I wake up hoping that it was all a dream and I never left Delhi. Amma, the one who always loved me unconditionally, who cried everytime some elder scold...
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In the eye of Storm: March 2015
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In the eye of Storm. Sunday, March 15, 2015. I wanted to be wanted. The desire to be desired. The longing to be longed for. The hope for a spring. But sometimes the winters just settle in. Sometimes the pain becomes so heavy that you can just wait. Wait for the past to become the future again. But then time doesn't go round in circles. It just moves on. E kissed, through the blood, through the tears, through the smiles, through pain, through darkness. And then you were gone. Links to this post.
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In the eye of Storm: Am high..
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In the eye of Storm. Tuesday, December 21, 2010. Living in exile home looks like a distant dream,. No boat in sight, I look at the running stream. One day, maybe one day I'll wander far enough to find a bridge,. One day, maybe one day in this desert I'll spot a ridge. Life, as we know it. Love, as we want it. In all their forms, hidden or shown. In all their shades, bright and dull. In all their expressions, subtle and loud. I loved, and I lost, but at least the cycle is now complete. Its a beautiful work.
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In the eye of Storm: DevD in Delhi-6!
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In the eye of Storm. Saturday, February 21, 2009. And then am addicted to its music. Keep listening to it in a loop! I felt like screaming that pplllllssssss spare us the ordeal. And if anyone was expecting a better second half, sorry guys! The monkeyman was being called Hindu from one community on account of Hanuman being a Hindu God, while Hindus accuse the Monkey to be a Muslim terrorist. Thats where I lost all patience. Height if ridiculouness! I feel like suing Rakesh Om Prakash Mehra! Am doing a fa...
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In the eye of Storm: Autumn
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In the eye of Storm. Friday, November 12, 2010. The Autumn has come. A period that tells you that the rains have done their job. They have relieved you of the scorching summer heat that you were burning in. And now the time has come to give way to the winters. Cold and dark winters. When those very rains which brought joy mean more gloom. When the drench that you were craving for a little while earlier sends shivers through you. Or the worst thought. what if it doesn't make it through the winters? The qu...
