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The Swank Pad: A Dive not regretted
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Sunday, January 31, 2010. A Dive not regretted. O, this is not a passage out of a M&B. Just something I fantasised up to beat the yellow-grey 4 pm heat at the Tarkarli beach. Where I happened to be lying. I had just come out of a dive and various elements of it were floating in my head. and so I used up all references to the Sea I could remember. The Sunday morning begged me to stay away from the regular beachy crowd and try out something new. Getting to the west-facing Chiwla beach. That was like living...
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The Swank Pad: March 2007
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Monday, March 19, 2007. But they darken things a lot. Be it your field-of-view or all of your thoughts. Wake up expecting a morning. And Night is what you find. An Eclipse of the Sun or an Eclipse of your Mind. The Sun gets covered by the Moon's limb. Shadows roam the land. The Brain is overrun by thoughts you cannot understand. Forms of darkness intimidate. Although they are just absence of Light. Raging inside they stay, useless is your improved sight. Strange are the choices your Mind gives you. There...
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The Swank Pad: Munfarid (मुनफ़रिद)
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Monday, January 7, 2013. Munfarid (मुनफ़रिद). Few years back, I came across these beautiful lines. In a well made Hindi film "Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara". Listening to them, I felt that I have had the same feeling. But I have also had it in another setting which is quite off normal (expressed with all due respect to Akhtar saab. तारीक़ जिस्म पर, समेटे सैकड़ों कहानियाँ,. राज़ छुपाती तिलिस्मी रात,. हर शब्, अनछुई सी,. लेती है करवटें,. इसीलियें. बस मैं हूँ,. इस मुनफ़रिद आलम में,. Wrapped in a thousand tales,.
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The Swank Pad: Radiant
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Thursday, August 19, 2010. Friend A:- We have this information. She has started her radiation. Friend B:- Radiation I hear is lousy. It makes you off mood and drowsy. A:- You feel at times nauseated. And more often agitated. B:- The 'blues' surely get you. You are snappy too, I bet you. A:- Lets stay away for a while. Till she's again able to smile. This is when she needs us. She's happy when she feeds us. So lets visit her with a smile. And be with her for a while. A B:- Hi there! How are you doing?
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The Swank Pad: February 2007
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Monday, February 19, 2007. Tears drip. Nothing rises. O us, tears. Must be the most precious of the fluids I guess, because no one wants them to be seen by others or to give them away. I'm being Minimalistic after a while now. Dont know why I'm posting about tears on a happy day. But, I had to shed these thoughts lest they turn into tears, which for me definitely need to remain hidden. Hide yours a little better and Smile more! Sunday, February 11, 2007. It seems that the media did finally remember that ...
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The Swank Pad: A Theft
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Saturday, August 14, 2010. Was he black or white? Were the intentions good or bad? What was he after? Nothing precious seems to be taken. The Alchemists potion, Midas' stone,. Pandora's box, the leftover wishbone. All lie Untouched, Unearthed, Alone. A dark brown hair strand on the window sill is the only rem(a)inder. His presence, heavy as a Myth now. But he wasn't the Piper as the mice still scuttle around. Neither the Khan - he didnt take his silk gown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Swank Pad: August 2007
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007. Ivers are called the Lifelines of India. Unlike the lines on a human palm, they can actually decide the fate of the populace thriving around them. No wonder we have so many "Cradle of such-n-such" or "Sorrow of such-n-such". In fact they are given the respect of a Mother by all humans who know their worth. I am of course not talking about the [expletive applies here] that pollute them for their own greed. O came from, but it was in me and might just remain till the end. Lets se...
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The Swank Pad: Dependence
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Saturday, December 26, 2009. Opening the door, she stepped out of that room of dependences, just as she had from another dark, warm one decades back. She felt the icy pricks of the chilly wind on her unclothed body. Were the tears that ensued due to pain or was it the joy of a sweet victory? In the first few days, I was amazed to see how many of my old fears came back and how fast! I am thankful to all who actually helped me in this time of dependence, But I still maintain, as I had years back. "Of a...
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The Swank Pad: May 2007
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007. He motley group has left. I have my bus to Bangalore at night, so am waiting as time passes. Lying on the lawn in the sun I find the grass alive with all sorts of insect drama.& the birds were singing such melodies to accompany that. My arena seems quite entertaining. The sunbird humming in the bush just besides me makes me feel like one of my childhood friends - Rima *. The time post repast was spent at the Railway station which is so quaint. Felt like running away from all peop...
