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Why I am not Charlie | slate-d
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Why I am not Charlie. January 9, 2015. Why None of is Charlie…. There is no but about what happened at. To abhor what was done to the victims, though, is not. 2,316 more words. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. NFC – CC.
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Water water everywhere..not a drop to drink.. | Thought-Mania
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow. Water water everywhere.not a drop to drink. July 13, 2010. Seas of silence,. And stones that don’t stir. Ice in my nails,. And dreams that don’t purr. He goes to the sea side,. But doesn’t wet his feet. He puts not his fingers in the froth. But a few shells he does cheat. The sun yellows it out. Through my window grey. It roughs out the light. But doesn’t deaden the crawling day. He talks of love,. He mumbles passion divine,. The colo...
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The Women Reservation Debate… | Thought-Mania
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow. The Women Reservation Debate…. March 9, 2010. In the age of aggressive feminism and equality, why are we still debating about the reservation issue? A tweet on Womens’ day read– Rajya Sabha adjourned till 2 pm over Women’s Reservation Bill isn’t it ironic, this on Women’s day? And this got me thinking- so what’s the big deal about it? So what is it about the women issue that has got everyone talking? I’m not so sure. Lets see how fair...
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The color of Wheels…A story | Thought-Mania
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow. The color of Wheels…A story. April 15, 2010. He loved to sit on the low, rusty grill on the outskirts of the airport, his eyes fixed on the sky. He watched the big, growling aircrafts descend to the ground. Their wheels coming out and their nose facing downwards. He watched them all day long. No body stopped beyond one landing. And in that temporality, lay his triumph. The wheels were all black. He often looked back to the day, when h...
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for nobodies! | Thought-Mania
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow. June 18, 2010. Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog. To tell your name the livelong day…. To an admiring bog! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Tale of a Cab Driver….
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More Than Words…. | Thought-Mania
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Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow. More Than Words…. March 5, 2010. Some journeys have convinced me that it is not always possible to restore one’s boundaries after they have been blurred and made permeable by a relationship: try as we might, we cannot reconstitute ourselves as the autonomous beings we previously imagined ourselves to be. Something of us is now outside and something of the outside is now within us. Mohsin Hamid, in The Reluctant Fundamentalist. Segment...
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Time | slate-d
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Why I am not Charlie →. October 12, 2014. Tonight, the moon shines. Just like a decade ago. With a little fire, glowing yellow. At my bedside, a lamp comes alive. After long; golden lines slanting. At a familiar, pleasing angle. Gazing upon these words, knowingly. Dusted and brimming, nostalgia. Arrives — moments beam up. Floating slowly through this. Tropical air — and it is a moment, pregnant. This rain, enthusiastic, torrential,. Seeped with the spirit of another time,. Turns my soul on. NFC – CC.
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Needles | slate-d
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Why I am not Charlie. January 9, 2015. Originally posted on a paper bird. There is no “but” about what happened at Charlie Hebdo yesterday. Some people published some cartoons, and some other people killed them for it. Words and pictures can be beautiful or vile, pleasing or enraging, inspiring or offensive;…. October 12, 2014. Tonight, the moon shines. Just like a decade ago. With a little fire, glowing yellow. At my bedside, a lamp comes alive. After long; golden lines slanting. Turns my soul on. Mostl...