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protean ramble: November 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. Seething anger. And a complete sense of being vulnerable. I’ve never known this fear before. Where I walk, strangely aware of every un-rhythmic movement around me. Where I wonder if this is over. Or if someone would retaliate and kill a few more innocent people to take revenge of an edifice that was charred for the amusement of a few individuals on a political picnic. I saw the Taj burn, and understood what hate means. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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protean ramble: September 2007
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007. There shall be much written on the soaking emptiness of this virtual page. The next few days. Its a pity i shall have to type. For if it were the same as. The joy of an ink blot on grainy paper. My lamy and me. Would have both been happier. Maybe, i shall succumb. To the temptation of. Scanning in real written pages. And letting you breathe them in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Des in the City. Design is in - Today.
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protean ramble: Pattern-party
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Thursday, January 14, 2010. Swerving toes of men hung. In shamed centuries that. Shadow my days and junkets. In frigid time and passing weather. Stretching blankets of green. With corners that thus spake. The ones I write, tonight. Preceded by, an asterisk. Listings, exemplars, epochs. Debate and egresses, created. When the cold snatches your breath. And blows back smoke rings, you swallow. Read, the notes in the haze. The fog that bobs and bears. Parallel cities and spans. Metered, devised and punctuated.
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protean ramble: boyohboy
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Friday, January 8, 2010. Sunshine brought him in. A gleam on my rearview mirror. Of the car i never drove or dreamt up. But the one that pushed my train up the hill. From where i could see. A high tide, surging up a haze. A reverie in green, white and blue. Shimmering a million pieces held, glued. A whistle that held the tune. Breezing in, the curtains they pirouette. In circles and halves. Tangential like the lives that hold us. Of people i wanted to visit and of places i wanted to be. Bury, in the lair.
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protean ramble: ghisai
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010. For most of you who know me. And know all the other stuff that most people who know me, know about me. You know that i have a website. That i hardly ever end up updating with my work. Because i can hardly understand the code and the process now. With my head swimming with things more important than HTML and suchlike. So what i've managed to do. And it's an accomplishment for me (ergo, the need for applause). Is that i've managed to put together some of my work. Des in the City.
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protean ramble: December 2009
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Sunday, December 13, 2009. Patches of darkness spill. Lit by a million fireflies; guiding. And songs of a song. Spent walking our minutes by the leash. Letting them go, out but not far. We walk them in sync and when you stop. I know its time. To retrace those steps and go home. To arms we belong, times we contain and possessions we become. Walk with me the time. This time, once. Thursday, December 10, 2009. Tuesday, December 8, 2009. Corner tales and wooden smells. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Awesome Inc...
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protean ramble: Central Line
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Thursday, January 21, 2010. In times that greys and whites. Pattern, speckle and tesselate. Stretches of tiles and skies. A yellow line smudged with. The earth it carved out. Trails the fringes of the songs. You draw in your mind. As you alight volumes of steel. And adverts of countries. You'd visit as you sleep, fitfully. Cashing in on your frequent flier miles. The ragged dolls of pity. Strut the beaches in exotic names and swimwear. As the blondes stand neckdeep. In callous dark waters, bobbing. A Gio...
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protean ramble: weekend tramplings
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Sunday, December 13, 2009. Patches of darkness spill. Lit by a million fireflies; guiding. And songs of a song. Spent walking our minutes by the leash. Letting them go, out but not far. We walk them in sync and when you stop. I know its time. To retrace those steps and go home. To arms we belong, times we contain and possessions we become. Walk with me the time. This time, once. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Des in the City. Design is in - Today.
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protean ramble: January 2010
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Thursday, January 21, 2010. In times that greys and whites. Pattern, speckle and tesselate. Stretches of tiles and skies. A yellow line smudged with. The earth it carved out. Trails the fringes of the songs. You draw in your mind. As you alight volumes of steel. And adverts of countries. You'd visit as you sleep, fitfully. Cashing in on your frequent flier miles. The ragged dolls of pity. Strut the beaches in exotic names and swimwear. As the blondes stand neckdeep. In callous dark waters, bobbing. A Gio...
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protean ramble: out
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Friday, January 1, 2010. Thick pie crusts gone stale. Old rancid layers of creamcheese. I wipe it clean. Clear now, the glass and the mind. Markings in yellow markers swept loose. Broken, multiplying and hooked distances. From one another and the other. The lid struck down. The tear is scanty now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A History of the World. Anirban Dutta Gupta : Visual Communication Designer. CO-LIBRARY How do we measure the success of a Public library.
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