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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: Confused reality!
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Friday, July 27, 2007. The audacity of flamboyant unreality. The trapped showcase of deceptive creativity. The fake trust or faithlessly unmatched serendipity. Whatever it was that has broken me! Passed me over the boundaries of sanity. Handcuffed me into the world of Janus' reality. Pantomime of paradoxical authenticity. Stole my world of all its continuity! Stalled as I am, like stuck in a cast. Confused and dazzled at the world moving fast. View my complete profile.
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: I am back!!!
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Sunday, May 20, 2007. For all those surprised and going “waittt a minuuuteee! I thought she stopped torturing us with her articles” Moi begs your pardon. You know how human minds are - ‘absofreakinglutely’ fickle. For all those people going “ lol women and brains” don’t get me, a stubborn, taurean, ‘girls are always right’ believing gal started. And for those who are interested in knowing what really changed my mind, here you go…. Probably they are right. And late...
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 09/01/2009 - 10/01/2009
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Thursday, September 17, 2009. Seasons of Life - Autumn bidding adieu. The birds are flying North to South. Migration's in the air,. The winds blast with a chill. The birds fly in spite. The leaves shiver, tremble and fall. Freezing in the windy air,. The stems, the trunks wilt and dry. Having lost their warm gear! The wools and jerseys start venturing out. The scarfs fly in the air,. Autumn's almost bidding adieu. With the winter almost there! View my complete profile.
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Friday, September 15, 2006. To the nameless jester. A nameless jester adorns my heart. Like the dancing rays at day’s start. Minding his ways yet indulging in mine. Talking and yet never saying a line. Warm like a friend, cold like a foe. Countless questions; answers that never show. Hidden in thoughts as if lost in a mine. And yet like gold somewhere the shine. Playing peek-a-boo like sun and the cloud. And yet no name to call out aloud. Thursday, September 14, 2006.
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 10/01/2006 - 11/01/2006
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Monday, October 23, 2006. On the festival of lights. Diwali is the festival of lights" is unanimously the first line that strikes any 'thinking about Diwali' mind. Be it seven year olds. Writing their first essays or a Jhumpa. After 14 years of exile or Krishna's triumph over Narakasura. Still hum in our heads. Next to mother's elaborate, delicate and exceedingly beautiful rangolis. Missing folks back home and wishing you all a very happy Diwali(aka Deepawali. Surmoun...
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Thursday, August 24, 2006. To - Some time lost. some friends gained. It is kind of strange that I am writing this on a train filled with rimmed glasses lost in the paged world of unfinished books or silenced by the paradigm of engineered melody – iPods. Surprised and suppressing the “Blessed, I am a Desi, is it still so obvious that I have migrated from the ‘East’” with a smiling nod and a soft “Yes, but how do you know? As the BART scanned through the small stations ...
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 04/01/2007 - 05/01/2007
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Thursday, April 19, 2007. An unfortunate adieu to blogspot! A writer treats his work like his children, loves it beyond the words that constitute it and more than anything else, is extra possessive about it. I might not be a big time writer, but I love my scribblings equally possessively. But some people just don’t seem to understand that. And as if the little voice in my head was shaken awake, it asked – doesn’t it sound like your poem. And duh!
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: An unfortunate adieu to blogspot!!
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Thursday, April 19, 2007. An unfortunate adieu to blogspot! A writer treats his work like his children, loves it beyond the words that constitute it and more than anything else, is extra possessive about it. I might not be a big time writer, but I love my scribblings equally possessively. But some people just don’t seem to understand that. And as if the little voice in my head was shaken awake, it asked – doesn’t it sound like your poem. And duh! Morris Plains, NJ, Un...
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 07/01/2007 - 08/01/2007
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Friday, July 27, 2007. The audacity of flamboyant unreality. The trapped showcase of deceptive creativity. The fake trust or faithlessly unmatched serendipity. Whatever it was that has broken me! Passed me over the boundaries of sanity. Handcuffed me into the world of Janus' reality. Pantomime of paradoxical authenticity. Stole my world of all its continuity! Stalled as I am, like stuck in a cast. Confused and dazzled at the world moving fast. View my complete profile.
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An egocentric philanthropist writes....: 'Wake up..'
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An egocentric philanthropist writes. Sunday, December 03, 2006. The sun is up,. The stars are gone. Has given way to dawn. See the shining light. Welcome the day bright. Reprocess the halting thoughts. Re-engineer the tangled knots. Dream and think and plan lots. Give today your best shots. And when the sun's up. I open my laptop. Read this from THE poet. As good as she has always been. Certainly made my day today and probably every coming day, everyday! A tad childish I think. View my complete profile.
