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Musings: January 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Layer within layers . Feathered they are . Dreams and hopes . Success is achieving . Love is giving . And life a journey. Stuccato, linear countours. Getting lost in the nooks and shelves. While one rusts the other blossoms. And life becomes a glen of dreams. Some broken while others awaiting the wings to fly. Well lots of changes afoot. Life's taking a new turn. A new job responsibility a new organisation. This is my last month with my current employer. Oh ya, when we were al...
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Musings: May 2009
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Sunday, May 10, 2009. Where the buck stops. Not where it should ideally. Why do we push limits and press buttons that trigger unwanted airwaves? The human mind acts on funny kicks or so it seems. What is apparent is not real and a parallel world exists and denizens of the real inhabit the evil, vicious intent. A funny world is unfolding with an interesting mix of drama, vitual romance and vilifying egos. While the former is fun latter a mortal throttle and unsettling. Tuesday, May 5, 2009. But the above ...
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Musings: July 2009
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Thursday, July 23, 2009. Dil-e-nadan na samajh paye. To mera kya kasoor. Har waqt rehta hai maghroor. Dil ko ya armaan tha,. Jo kal tha woh aaj bhi moujood hota. Wo khayal, woh ehsaas. Kareeb mere wajood hota. Life is fair, even in despair. Love lives in my intimate imaginaire. Life's good, so I declare. What's destiny I stand and behold! Saturday, July 18, 2009. When ex flame turns a friend. I always heard people say, relationship once ended should be a closed chapter. I am happy the way it is. Life's b...
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Musings: Letter from a friend - connecting lives on a singular plane
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Sunday, October 25, 2009. Letter from a friend - connecting lives on a singular plane. Sorry for not calling back last night, had ppl over, . and spent the entire day today being a book worm. there is so much to give as an update, at the same time there seems to be nothing at all. feel like writing in to you. have a feeling that there is a similar energy floating in your life too. cld be mistaken. And the paradox is, being the self aware people that we are I also know that no man, marriage, location can ...
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Musings: On bended knee is no way to be free - Eddie Vedder
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Sunday, October 25, 2009. On bended knee is no way to be free - Eddie Vedder. On bended knee is no way to be free. Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently. All my destinations will accept the one that's me. So I can breathe. Circles they grow and they swallow people whole. Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know. A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul. And so it goes. Don't come closer or I'll have to go. Holding me like gravity are places that pull. It would be you.
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Musings: Removed and content
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Thursday, October 22, 2009. Well it is a nice feeling and strange at the same time. I am in Calcutta and I am oblivious of all the clutter that throng on me in Delhi. It is like removed from the scene of action and you cannot be bothered. There is a calmness and stillness within which has suddenly stepped out to see the clutter passing by and yes to it's utmost relief. The emotional clutter that was talking over my head is now taking a leisured walk. I am getting back to control and loving it. Love the e...
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Musings: Alive anew
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Friday, October 2, 2009. It's the little cheer. In the mundane zingsaw. Negating the rules of the game. Like the morning dew. A am walking in my sleep. To wake to the dream come alive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love the extremities of life.It is either love or hate.black or white.it is there or not there.prefer solitude. View my complete profile. Delhi, they say is a city of dreams. Is it? Where is your heart, Kunal? Letter from a friend - connecting lives on a singu. Momos, tea and walk.
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Musings: Where is your heart, Kunal?
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Where is your heart, Kunal? Was appalled when I learnt that 2 million children die every year in India before they are five – that is 1 child every 15 seconds. While I am thinking about which next restaurant to go to or which clothes to buy. There are so many millions who are crying for help. I don’t have any technical know. While Kunal may have his heart in the right place, he had many hearts skip beats from the moment he landed in Delhi. The morning of October 8. There was ...
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Musings: life's adrift
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009. Life finds a root. Laeves are falling off. To augur the autumn. Yes Autumn it is. Trying to find it's root. In the sunshine and grow lush. I need freshness of the spring. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Love the extremities of life.It is either love or hate.black or white.it is there or not there.prefer solitude. View my complete profile. Delhi, they say is a city of dreams. Is it? Where is your heart, Kunal? Letter from a friend - connecting lives on a singu. I for an Eye.
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Musings: Stillness but it still moves
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009. Stillness but it still moves. The stillness within is like a lull before a torrid tumult. I am in a time trap that knows no rescue. I cajole, convince myself, it listens but starts behaving like a spoilt child again. It fancies something and wants it no matter what. While stillness steels me.something within continues to move in a timeless span.motions of theb heart I mean. Well this time while past is knocking at my door hard, present is no simplified theory. Love the extremit...
